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 Liberia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Deepchord to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Altered Images,
Alison Limerick,
Barbara Tucker,
Scientists,
Bauhaus,
David Bowie,
Faraquet,
Ten City,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
H. Thieme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rotary Connection,
Archie Shepp,
Technova,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers,
The Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins,
Niagra,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
Gabor Szabo,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantytec,
Swell Maps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
OOIOO,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Vogues,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
Laurel Aitken,
the Bar-Kays,
The Stooges,
Moebius,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swans,
Das Ding,
Motorama,
Bill Wells,
The Offenders,
The Divine Comedy,
The American Breed,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth,
Ronan,
Panda Bear,
Tears for Fears,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.