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 Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Zapp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Quantec,
New Age Steppers,
Rod Modell,
MDC,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Shadows of Knight,
Duran Duran,
The Offenders,
Barbara Tucker,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Clarke,
The Tremeloes,
The Durutti Column,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed,
Erasure,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Make Up,
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Byron Stingily,
Yaz,
E-Dancer,
Jawbox,
Visage,
Spoonie Gee,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fad Gadget,
Magazine,
The Trojans,
Cybotron,
Cameo,
New Order,
The Slackers,
Sex Pistols,
Procol Harum,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maleditus Sound,
Nas,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Green,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.