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 China 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
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 arpeggiator 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 Hoover to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Youth Brigade,
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
Yaz,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
T. Rex,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Albert Ayler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana,
X-101,
Peter & Gordon,
John Lydon,
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brass Construction,
Ultra Naté,
Basic Channel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Divine Comedy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May,
Arab on Radar,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Raincoats,
Todd Terry,
Ituana,
The Barracudas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
The Techniques,
Crispian St. Peters,
EPMD,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gabor Szabo,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
Inner City,
Drexciya,
Nik Kershaw,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Model 500,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
Duran Duran,
Flash Fearless,
Anakelly,
JFA,
Neu!,
The Gap Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.