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 Marshall Islands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Black Sheep to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Idris Muhammad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sixth Finger,
kango's stein massive,
The American Breed,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Bourne,
John Cale,
Babytalk,
The Music Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Inner City,
June Days,
Man Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
The Human League,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
The Fortunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry's Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
Kaleidoscope,
Supertramp,
Mo-Dettes,
Piero Umiliani,
Swans,
Bill Near,
Yellowson,
Mars,
The Trojans,
the Normal,
The Barracudas,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rod Modell,
Khruangbin,
Rites of Spring,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
Marvin Gaye,
Lightning Bolt,
the Swans,
Jacques Brel,
the Bar-Kays,
Bauhaus,
New Order,
Jandek,
Mandrill,
Stereo Dub,
the Association,
Wire,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.