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 Kosovo and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sugar Minott to the rap 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T. Rex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skaos,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pop Group,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
The Searchers,
Gang of Four,
Au Pairs,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
The Golliwogs,
Eve St. Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Judy Mowatt,
Angry Samoans,
Hardrive,
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barbara Tucker,
Isaac Hayes,
Von Mondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
The Pretty Things,
Can,
The Doors,
MC5,
Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Mo-Dettes,
Oblivians,
Basic Channel,
Fatback Band,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Move,
Simply Red,
Robert Hood,
T.S.O.L.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Görl,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.