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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Houston and Jakarta.
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 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 Eli Mardock to the punk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Lower 48,
Yazoo,
Urselle,
The Move,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q65,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
Stereo Dub,
John Lydon,
The Motions,
Eric Copeland,
Terry Callier,
Black Flag,
Thompson Twins,
Ronan,
Todd Rundgren,
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun,
Steve Hackett,
Barry Ungar,
Mad Mike,
Fad Gadget,
Barrington Levy,
Mantronix,
Boz Scaggs,
The New Christs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Piero Umiliani,
Zapp,
Spoonie Gee,
Mo-Dettes,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scientists,
Quando Quango,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J,
Rapeman,
The Kinks,
Blossom Toes,
Y Pants,
One Last Wish,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan,
Radio Birdman,
R.M.O.,
The Dead C,
The Doors,
Charles Mingus,
Lucky Dragons,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.