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 St Lucia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 This Heat to the electroclash 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Seeds,
Gang of Four,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
cv313,
The Moody Blues,
Symarip,
Mantronix,
the Human League,
Au Pairs,
Roxy Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gun Club,
Wolf Eyes,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
In Retrospect,
Fluxion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erykah Badu,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sam Rivers,
The Five Americans,
Swell Maps,
Minutemen,
Underground Resistance,
Ronan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anakelly,
Skriet,
Bluetip,
The Moleskins,
The Smiths,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
Connie Case,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Babytalk,
Siglo XX,
Quando Quango,
Unrelated Segments,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
The Dirtbombs,
Crooked Eye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
Colin Newman,
The Motions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ponytail,
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
DJ Sneak,
Pole,
Trumans Water,
June Days,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.