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 Chad 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 Graham Central Station to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Crooked Eye,
Brass Construction,
Ponytail,
Essential Logic,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
The Smoke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks,
Bauhaus,
Rapeman,
June of 44,
Siglo XX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Enemy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young,
Freddie Wadling,
Maurizio,
Kerri Chandler,
Kenny Larkin,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Görl,
Rotary Connection,
Sällskapet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
The Young Rascals,
Crime,
Dead Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Theoretical Girls,
World's Most,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Depeche Mode,
Con Funk Shun,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blues Magoos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Franke,
Hot Snakes,
The Litter,
Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stereo Dub,
Faraquet,
Slave,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tom Boy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ohio Players,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.