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 St Lucia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dennis Brown to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Michelle Simonal,
Con Funk Shun,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Underground Resistance,
the Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Parry Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
Iggy Pop,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Holt,
KRS-One,
The Vogues,
Interpol,
Freddie Wadling,
Boz Scaggs,
Faraquet,
The Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Style,
Moby Grape,
the Germs,
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
the Slits,
Rod Modell,
Can,
Mr. Review,
Joe Smooth,
Subhumans,
David McCallum,
The Fortunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Malaria!,
FM Einheit,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Wyatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiohead,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Shoche,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.