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 Cambodia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sex Pistols to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Audionom,
Inner City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Newcleus,
the Association,
Angry Samoans,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Byrd,
OOIOO,
Average White Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tom Boy,
John Cale,
Fluxion,
Oneida,
Kurtis Blow,
Ludus,
Vainqueur,
Eli Mardock,
Flash Fearless,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minnie Riperton,
Sällskapet,
In Retrospect,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Black Dice,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Fraelich,
Babytalk,
Khruangbin,
The Last Poets,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Move,
David McCallum,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
Eddi Front,
Thee Headcoats,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
Pantaleimon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Hill,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.