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 Jordan and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blancmange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
B.T. Express,
The Vogues,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Holt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Rakim,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terrestrial Tones,
Juan Atkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minutemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hot Snakes,
The Modern Lovers,
Ponytail,
One Last Wish,
The Walker Brothers,
CMW,
Sun City Girls,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neu!,
Chris Corsano,
10cc,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Circle Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slick Rick,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
The Victims,
Clear Light,
Lungfish,
Can,
Fela Kuti,
Youth Brigade,
Scan 7,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Sheep,
H. Thieme,
Terry Callier,
The Busters,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.