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 Netherlands and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Mantronix to the dance 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
D'Angelo,
A Certain Ratio,
PIL,
Sun Ra,
Quando Quango,
a-ha,
Judy Mowatt,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Unwound,
Blossom Toes,
kango's stein massive,
Gang of Four,
Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nas,
Minnie Riperton,
Juan Atkins,
Qualms,
Ossler,
Joyce Sims,
Von Mondo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Selecter,
The Evens,
Tubeway Army,
Ronan,
Alton Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter and Kerry,
The Toasters,
The Offenders,
Althea and Donna,
Technova,
The Associates,
Wire,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Iggy Pop,
Laurel Aitken,
Brick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wally Richardson,
Babytalk,
The Music Machine,
Sun City Girls,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
China Crisis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.