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 Liberia and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Bush Tetras,
Steve Hackett,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
cv313,
Maurizio,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Deadbeat,
Black Pus,
Public Enemy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rekid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bronski Beat,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Machine,
Wally Richardson,
UT,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gap Band,
Eurythmics,
Ronan,
Little Man,
10cc,
X-101,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Jacques Brel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blake Baxter,
Mad Mike,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rosa Yemen,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
Zero Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Hot Snakes,
Talk Talk,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
JFA,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
Warsaw,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-102,
Supertramp,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.