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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fugs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Technova,
Hoover,
Warren Ellis,
The Dead C,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronnie Foster,
Absolute Body Control,
Duran Duran,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
Curtis Mayfield,
a-ha,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
Joey Negro,
kango's stein massive,
John Coltrane,
Sparks,
MC5,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
Suicide,
Yellowson,
Sound Behaviour,
Tres Demented,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
Prince Buster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young,
Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Dark Day,
Con Funk Shun,
FM Einheit,
Scrapy,
Wolf Eyes,
Parry Music,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stetsasonic,
Stereo Dub,
Half Japanese,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hardrive,
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.