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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Grandmaster Flash to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Newcleus,
The Move,
Suburban Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon,
Shoche,
Mo-Dettes,
Pulsallama,
FM Einheit,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Martian,
Sam Rivers,
X-101,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Clarke,
Stiv Bators,
Moebius,
Cymande,
Robert Wyatt,
Bronski Beat,
Black Bananas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
the Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
Howard Jones,
The Count Five,
The Selecter,
Warren Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Tubeway Army,
Pylon,
Bobby Sherman,
Charles Mingus,
Lee Hazlewood,
D'Angelo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Danielle Patucci,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fall,
Connie Case,
Audionom,
AZ,
Visage,
Desert Stars,
The Offenders,
Jacques Brel,
Marine Girls,
LL Cool J,
Bill Wells,
Nirvana,
Moby Grape,
New York Dolls,
New Age Steppers,
The J.B.'s,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.