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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ultra Naté to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Slackers,
The Cowsills,
Ultravox,
Harry Pussy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill,
David McCallum,
The Remains,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Quadrant,
Deakin,
Country Teasers,
Glenn Branca,
Fear,
EPMD,
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry,
a-ha,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Sällskapet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fluxion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Clear Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Coltrane,
the Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Altered Images,
Siglo XX,
Tim Buckley,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Golliwogs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul II Soul,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
JFA,
Vainqueur,
OOIOO,
Man Parrish,
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Young Marble Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Cale,
The Stooges,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
Nas,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.