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 India and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Pop Group to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Fatback Band,
The Angels of Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Zapp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Teasers,
The Birthday Party,
Mantronix,
Audionom,
Gong,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed,
The Count Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dawn Penn,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
kango's stein massive,
Arab on Radar,
Groovy Waters,
The Leaves,
Blancmange,
The Black Dice,
Pole,
Althea and Donna,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool Moe Dee,
Outsiders,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Golliwogs,
The Mummies,
Magma,
Wasted Youth,
Ten City,
Half Japanese,
Cluster,
Peter & Gordon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Hashim,
Charles Mingus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
Slick Rick,
Hot Snakes,
Reagan Youth,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faraquet,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABBA,
The Human League,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monolake,
Urselle,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.