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 Maldives and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Harpers Bizarre to the techno 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Bob Dylan,
Cymande,
Soulsonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Happenings,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Organ,
The Residents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Parry Music,
Heaven 17,
Eyeless In Gaza,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fad Gadget,
Motorama,
Agitation Free,
Janne Schatter,
Whodini,
Unwound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Little Man,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Niagra,
The Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe,
Toni Rubio,
Dual Sessions,
Anakelly,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dave Gahan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Music Machine,
Harmonia,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
10cc,
Crooked Eye,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Ituana,
The Human League,
Arcadia,
The Toasters,
Pole,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.