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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rock 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Martian,
Subhumans,
The Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Sister Nancy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed,
Thee Headcoats,
Moss Icon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funky Four + One,
Japan,
Kerri Chandler,
Pulsallama,
Moby Grape,
Wire,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxy Music,
Sällskapet,
The Invisible,
Index,
David Bowie,
the Slits,
The Cure,
Visage,
Roy Ayers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
Yazoo,
Juan Atkins,
Pantaleimon,
Goldenarms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Litter,
Byron Stingily,
Trumans Water,
China Crisis,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
Sex Pistols,
Dorothy Ashby,
Steve Hackett,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
Masters at Work,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.