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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rap 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band 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?
Hasil Adkins,
Black Pus,
Joe Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers,
Q and Not U,
The Remains,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
Au Pairs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
H. Thieme,
Minor Threat,
AZ,
Spoonie Gee,
Crime,
Khruangbin,
Brick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Faraquet,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dirtbombs,
The Litter,
New Order,
Radiohead,
Ossler,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
U.S. Maple,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sight & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dark Day,
Visage,
MC5,
Index,
Main Source,
Ohio Players,
B.T. Express,
Funky Four + One,
Barrington Levy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gun Club,
Malaria!,
Brass Construction,
Ultra Naté,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
48th St. Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Lucky Dragons,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed,
Pantaleimon,
Eurythmics,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.