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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Bar-Kays to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
The Mummies,
Spoonie Gee,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Style,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Bananas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Section 25,
Jeff Mills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Age Steppers,
Ituana,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Zapp,
Second Layer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Velvet Underground,
Echospace,
Fugazi,
Leonard Cohen,
Monks,
Symarip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
Deakin,
Nico,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
Oblivians,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slave,
Model 500,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiohead,
Derrick May,
Deadbeat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Görl,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cybotron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Negative Approach,
The Saints,
Shoche,
Bad Manners,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Invisible,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.