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 Poland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Jerry's Kids to the grunge 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Sex Pistols,
The Barracudas,
Unrelated Segments,
Newcleus,
Marine Girls,
The Smiths,
Gabor Szabo,
DNA,
Khruangbin,
Radiohead,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
PIL,
Thee Headcoats,
Agent Orange,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
Gang Gang Dance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Copeland,
The Zeros,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Technova,
Eurythmics,
Graham Central Station,
Tres Demented,
Lee Hazlewood,
Young Marble Giants,
Adolescents,
Anthony Braxton,
Brick,
Danielle Patucci,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blake Baxter,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Motions,
The Grass Roots,
Tim Buckley,
Duran Duran,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
Rod Modell,
the Normal,
Slick Rick,
Dennis Brown,
Neu!,
Inner City,
Joey Negro,
Oneida,
Model 500,
Fugazi,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Golliwogs,
Urselle,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fugs,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.