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 New Zealand and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grime 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ken Boothe,
The Smiths,
Colin Newman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hasil Adkins,
LL Cool J,
Hardrive,
Arab on Radar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Star Department,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
One Last Wish,
Fatback Band,
Q and Not U,
Rekid,
Unrelated Segments,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
E-Dancer,
Reuben Wilson,
Siglo XX,
10cc,
Clear Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blackbyrds,
Joensuu 1685,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
Supertramp,
Silicon Teens,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cure,
Slick Rick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Main Source,
Susan Cadogan,
the Human League,
Archie Shepp,
The Fall,
Moby Grape,
Mr. Review,
The Invisible,
Dual Sessions,
Sällskapet,
Ultravox,
Anakelly,
T.S.O.L.,
The Evens,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.