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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Bobby Byrd,
Monolake,
Saccharine Trust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers,
10cc,
Sexual Harrassment,
Massinfluence,
Magazine,
Derrick May,
Cluster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Silicon Teens,
Skriet,
Flipper,
Visage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Kerri Chandler,
Erykah Badu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
The Monochrome Set,
Q and Not U,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Simply Red,
Groovy Waters,
Das Ding,
Negative Approach,
The Monks,
Babytalk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Scion,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama,
Ultravox,
The Real Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soulsonic Force,
The Techniques,
Morten Harket,
CMW,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Moon,
Oneida,
Aural Exciters,
The Last Poets,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.