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 Macedonia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gang of Four to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Michelle Simonal,
Con Funk Shun,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lightning Bolt,
the Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
D'Angelo,
Sandy B,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
Magazine,
Flipper,
Mantronix,
Spandau Ballet,
The Golliwogs,
the Swans,
The Vogues,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Remains,
Ronnie Foster,
Fatback Band,
Kayak,
Anakelly,
Moebius,
X-101,
Toni Rubio,
Au Pairs,
Reagan Youth,
Von Mondo,
The Misunderstood,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fear,
Swans,
Pylon,
Jeff Mills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
H. Thieme,
Rosa Yemen,
Guru Guru,
Black Pus,
Nico,
DJ Style,
Deepchord,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul II Soul,
Pantaleimon,
Harry Pussy,
ABC,
Clear Light,
Animal Collective,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.