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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Public Enemy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Fluxion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flash Fearless,
June Days,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
Babytalk,
Idris Muhammad,
Model 500,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June of 44,
Donald Byrd,
Yellowson,
Matthew Bourne,
Technova,
Outsiders,
The Fall,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q and Not U,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
Gabor Szabo,
Pussy Galore,
Susan Cadogan,
Danielle Patucci,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
Urselle,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
John Holt,
Letta Mbulu,
Dual Sessions,
A Certain Ratio,
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners,
Surgeon,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang of Four,
Jacob Miller,
Colin Newman,
The Seeds,
JFA,
ABC,
Panda Bear,
The Dead C,
Altered Images,
The Stooges,
Scientists,
Pagans,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.