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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Althea and Donna to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
China Crisis,
Hardrive,
Alison Limerick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
OOIOO,
Susan Cadogan,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Sneak,
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
Jawbox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shoche,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Danielle Patucci,
H. Thieme,
Marc Almond,
Frankie Knuckles,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun City Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drexciya,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blancmange,
Deakin,
Bang On A Can,
The Smoke,
June Days,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Soulsonic Force,
Second Layer,
Connie Case,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
Juan Atkins,
Television Personalities,
The Gap Band,
Loose Ends,
Derrick May,
Derrick Morgan,
Minny Pops,
Goldenarms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
Anthony Braxton,
Anakelly,
Quadrant,
Bobby Byrd,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.