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 Ghana and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Cameo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Tom Boy,
Charles Mingus,
Lucky Dragons,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
F. McDonald,
Alphaville,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grauzone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lyres,
Donald Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-101,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
June of 44,
T.S.O.L.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Moon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Skaos,
Loose Ends,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ludus,
Bush Tetras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wasted Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw,
Y Pants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faust,
Essential Logic,
the Normal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Drexciya,
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
Rod Modell,
Silicon Teens,
Funkadelic,
Camouflage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sandy B,
Lakeside,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joyce Sims,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.