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 Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League 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?
Derrick Morgan,
Pierre Henry,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
Newcleus,
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
Rakim,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
Babytalk,
Don Cherry,
Skarface,
The Real Kids,
Scion,
Slick Rick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
B.T. Express,
Echospace,
Lower 48,
Maurizio,
The Gun Club,
Symarip,
Model 500,
Tubeway Army,
Dennis Brown,
Agent Orange,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scan 7,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Japan,
Wire,
Tears for Fears,
Bauhaus,
Crime,
Mandrill,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacques Brel,
This Heat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeru the Damaja,
June Days,
Jerry's Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Desert Stars,
Popol Vuh,
The Leaves,
X-Ray Spex,
Freddie Wadling,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.