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 Comoros and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Fat Boys to the funk 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains 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?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon,
Pole,
Bush Tetras,
Agitation Free,
Radiopuhelimet,
China Crisis,
Scratch Acid,
The Neon Judgement,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Style,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Bananas,
The Cowsills,
Eve St. Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rites of Spring,
The Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Malaria!,
X-102,
Talk Talk,
Robert Görl,
Au Pairs,
OOIOO,
Rhythm & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fugs,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Green,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barrington Levy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ice-T,
The Wake,
Delon & Dalcan,
JFA,
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Selecter,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Symarip,
Godley & Creme,
John Holt,
Flipper,
Basic Channel,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.