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 Latvia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Charles Mingus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Real Kids,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
Davy DMX,
The Zeros,
Moebius,
Glenn Branca,
the Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Funky Four + One,
Alison Limerick,
Jandek,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minutemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Steve Hackett,
Heaven 17,
ABBA,
Avey Tare,
Pantaleimon,
Ken Boothe,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
Sandy B,
Thee Headcoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
Television Personalities,
The Evens,
Eli Mardock,
MDC,
Arcadia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Star Department,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
Bronski Beat,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pierre Henry,
Sight & Sound,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Wyatt,
Pagans,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Toasters,
Michelle Simonal,
Niagra,
The Mummies,
The Barracudas,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.