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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sound Behaviour to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
KRS-One,
Cheater Slicks,
Marmalade,
Amazonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Altered Images,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Lydon,
Soft Machine,
The Litter,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultravox,
Don Cherry,
The Busters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Iggy Pop,
Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Angry Samoans,
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Durutti Column,
the Association,
Pantaleimon,
Mark Hollis,
Section 25,
Panda Bear,
The Victims,
Unrelated Segments,
The Associates,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
X-102,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cameo,
Crime,
Duran Duran,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
Television,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
EPMD,
Yazoo,
The Golliwogs,
Pole,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Fraelich,
Buzzcocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.