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 Bangladesh and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Roxette to the funk 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson 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?
John Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
the Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Pus,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camouflage,
DNA,
Mo-Dettes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
PIL,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cramps,
The Fall,
Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Flag,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
Skarface,
Sam Rivers,
John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shoche,
Ronan,
Urselle,
The Fortunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warren Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zero Boys,
Deakin,
Model 500,
Kool Moe Dee,
Newcleus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brothers Johnson,
Nirvana,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lakeside,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
Funkadelic,
Blake Baxter,
Excepter,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.