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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donny Hathaway to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Tom Boy,
Derrick May,
Johnny Clarke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deakin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Altered Images,
Groovy Waters,
Quantec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wally Richardson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slick Rick,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
Shoche,
Sound Behaviour,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker,
The Durutti Column,
R.M.O.,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Fad Gadget,
Cecil Taylor,
Maurizio,
The Fuzztones,
The Remains,
Slave,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hardrive,
Sparks,
Porter Ricks,
Bang On A Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5,
Mr. Review,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Sherman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slackers,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.