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 Antigua and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Organ,
Cecil Taylor,
Rosa Yemen,
Gong,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glenn Branca,
Man Parrish,
Jawbox,
Jeff Lynne,
Skarface,
Groovy Waters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maurizio,
the Germs,
Ituana,
Lou Christie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun City Girls,
Slick Rick,
Soulsonic Force,
Swans,
Black Moon,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers,
Yusef Lateef,
Connie Case,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crime,
One Last Wish,
Oneida,
Cluster,
Flash Fearless,
Interpol,
CMW,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Mills,
Barrington Levy,
The Invisible,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Hill,
Roxette,
Traffic Nightmare,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick Morgan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amazonics,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
The Fortunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Second Layer,
Vladislav Delay,
Lakeside,
The Moody Blues,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.