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 Suriname and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Soft Cell to the funk 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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Human League,
ABC,
Donald Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Urselle,
Radiohead,
Carl Craig,
Trumans Water,
The Dirtbombs,
Technova,
Rekid,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joensuu 1685,
Anakelly,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
Al Stewart,
EPMD,
PIL,
Tommy Roe,
Stetsasonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Fad Gadget,
Dennis Brown,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tres Demented,
Slick Rick,
The Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Lower 48,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television,
New York Dolls,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra,
Robert Görl,
Boredoms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zero Boys,
Pagans,
Erasure,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.