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 Luxembourg and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grime 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
the Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Skatalites,
Lindisfarne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angry Samoans,
Colin Newman,
Soft Machine,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Brass Construction,
Joy Division,
New Age Steppers,
Absolute Body Control,
David Bowie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arthur Verocai,
Throbbing Gristle,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Symarip,
James White and The Blacks,
Rod Modell,
Wasted Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
The Standells,
John Cale,
Kayak,
the Germs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Lydon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Loose Ends,
DJ Sneak,
The Five Americans,
Rotary Connection,
Das Ding,
Terry Callier,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.