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 Tuvalu and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yusef Lateef to the electroclash 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Jeff Lynne,
Graham Central Station,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spandau Ballet,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Near,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Offenders,
The Dirtbombs,
The New Christs,
Marine Girls,
Hashim,
Mission of Burma,
Deepchord,
Delta 5,
Faust,
Sixth Finger,
Sparks,
Crime,
Pagans,
Eric Copeland,
Swans,
Todd Terry,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Duran Duran,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sound Behaviour,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stereo Dub,
the Fania All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
The Star Department,
Visage,
Shuggie Otis,
David Axelrod,
the Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
Scrapy,
Clear Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Technova,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funkadelic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ponytail,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tom Boy,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.