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 United Kingdom and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Gil Scott Heron to the funk 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Hashim,
Lakeside,
Darondo,
Bad Manners,
Albert Ayler,
Yellowson,
The Mummies,
Chris Corsano,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pop Group,
Dorothy Ashby,
AZ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glenn Branca,
Metal Thangz,
Quando Quango,
Graham Central Station,
Yusef Lateef,
Fad Gadget,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronan,
The Fugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox,
ABC,
Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
Lower 48,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Depeche Mode,
Piero Umiliani,
Niagra,
Country Teasers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Eli Mardock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Inner City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smoke,
The Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boz Scaggs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Invisible,
Bootsy Collins,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.