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 Latvia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Techniques to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Icehouse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drexciya,
The Gladiators,
Ronan,
Nick Fraelich,
a-ha,
Janne Schatter,
The Victims,
Bob Dylan,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II,
Maurizio,
Altered Images,
Jeff Mills,
Yusef Lateef,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cymande,
Matthew Bourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
The Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Black Pus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cramps,
John Holt,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Godley & Creme,
Pierre Henry,
The Toasters,
Talk Talk,
Lindisfarne,
Ten City,
Half Japanese,
The Motions,
Fugazi,
New Order,
Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young,
Yaz,
Monks,
Cluster,
X-102,
Funkadelic,
Oblivians,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.