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 Algeria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Barbara Tucker to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Josef K,
Donald Byrd,
Adolescents,
Aswad,
T.S.O.L.,
Saccharine Trust,
Motorama,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed,
Idris Muhammad,
The Barracudas,
Lower 48,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rod Modell,
The Blackbyrds,
Angry Samoans,
Flash Fearless,
The Young Rascals,
Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Mills,
The Sound,
The Offenders,
Pierre Henry,
the Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Technova,
Nas,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Techniques,
Quantec,
Agitation Free,
New Age Steppers,
Patti Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Flipper,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Görl,
Au Pairs,
Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
F. McDonald,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chrome,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.