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 South Sudan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Spoonie Gee to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Donald Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Toasters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mantronix,
The Monks,
10cc,
Wasted Youth,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Depeche Mode,
Moss Icon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
Crooked Eye,
Cluster,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-102,
Barbara Tucker,
Mandrill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Livin' Joy,
Ponytail,
B.T. Express,
Loose Ends,
Moby Grape,
The Wake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Smog,
Groovy Waters,
Cheater Slicks,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T.S.O.L.,
T. Rex,
Sällskapet,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monochrome Set,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mark Hollis,
UT,
U.S. Maple,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Terry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wolf Eyes,
Oneida,
ABBA,
Magazine,
Gichy Dan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lyres,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
The Durutti Column,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.