Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guatemala and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mad Mike to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Aural Exciters,
The Move,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Davy DMX,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marine Girls,
Symarip,
Archie Shepp,
Oneida,
Moebius,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wire,
Rapeman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Adolescents,
Inner City,
Shuggie Otis,
Wings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Skatalites,
The Music Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Drexciya,
Scientists,
Nils Olav,
Michelle Simonal,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Cell,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hoover,
Half Japanese,
Blancmange,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Youth Brigade,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sex Pistols,
Fugazi,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Faust,
Toni Rubio,
Steve Hackett,
Index,
Connie Case,
the Fania All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.