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 Macedonia and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ohio Players 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Hill,
Symarip,
Nirvana,
Dual Sessions,
Los Fastidios,
Tom Boy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Red Krayola,
Siglo XX,
Swell Maps,
Das Ding,
Beasts of Bourbon,
FM Einheit,
New York Dolls,
10cc,
Quando Quango,
Blake Baxter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pere Ubu,
Soul Sonic Force,
World's Most,
Urselle,
Moby Grape,
Robert Görl,
Can,
The Misunderstood,
The Fuzztones,
Eve St. Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Sällskapet,
Cameo,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
Kenny Larkin,
Qualms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grey Daturas,
Mad Mike,
ABC,
Babytalk,
Shoche,
The Moleskins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pretty Things,
the Bar-Kays,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Finger,
Q and Not U,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cowsills,
The Barracudas,
Porter Ricks,
Mark Hollis,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.