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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Radio Birdman to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Invisible,
Shoche,
This Heat,
Simply Red,
Juan Atkins,
Easy Going,
Black Sheep,
The Fugs,
The Vogues,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Guru Guru,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring,
The Real Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
Colin Newman,
Chrome,
The Victims,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Human League,
Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cymande,
Mandrill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Junior Murvin,
The Grass Roots,
Erasure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scratch Acid,
Oneida,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blake Baxter,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultravox,
The Stooges,
Connie Case,
The Blackbyrds,
Morten Harket,
Thee Headcoats,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.