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 Nicaragua and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yaz,
The Associates,
Rites of Spring,
Chrome,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter & Gordon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun City Girls,
Pierre Henry,
The American Breed,
Average White Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Sneak,
Barbara Tucker,
Gong,
Massinfluence,
Faraquet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Angels of Light,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Finger,
The Vogues,
Ossler,
Dead Boys,
The Pop Group,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rosa Yemen,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aural Exciters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
Junior Murvin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MC5,
Radiohead,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
Joyce Sims,
Masters at Work,
Whodini,
Neil Young,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.