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 Ireland 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slick Rick to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Mantronix,
The Cowsills,
Roger Hodgson,
Henry Cow,
X-101,
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kevin Saunderson,
CMW,
Bluetip,
Tommy Roe,
ABC,
Eric B and Rakim,
JFA,
Bill Wells,
Rosa Yemen,
Fear,
Black Sheep,
Althea and Donna,
Heaven 17,
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Funky Four + One,
Monks,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Danielle Patucci,
The Techniques,
Royal Trux,
Josef K,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Wake,
Toni Rubio,
Rotary Connection,
Black Flag,
Black Pus,
Harmonia,
Alison Limerick,
the Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Wings,
Inner City,
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat,
Pet Shop Boys,
UT,
Blancmange,
Sugar Minott,
Au Pairs,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young,
The Monks,
Ice-T,
Guru Guru,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.