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 Niger and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Flash Fearless to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Faust,
Organ,
Tim Buckley,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cal Tjader,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Prince Buster,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerri Chandler,
The Leaves,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-101,
The Buckinghams,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
Magma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neu!,
Massinfluence,
The Five Americans,
Tommy Roe,
K-Klass,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fall,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans,
Pierre Henry,
Hasil Adkins,
Brand Nubian,
The Moleskins,
Ten City,
Erasure,
Deadbeat,
Sällskapet,
The Residents,
Agitation Free,
Mission of Burma,
Isaac Hayes,
Newcleus,
The Toasters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Axelrod,
Godley & Creme,
Radio Birdman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Talk Talk,
Pantaleimon,
Kas Product,
The Shadows of Knight,
MDC,
Deakin,
Altered Images,
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.