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 Liberia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 The Doobie Brothers to the electroclash 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blake Baxter,
Juan Atkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minnie Riperton,
Pylon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harry Pussy,
Eli Mardock,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fuzztones,
These Immortal Souls,
Yazoo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Scion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
Peter & Gordon,
David Axelrod,
Black Flag,
Black Moon,
Trumans Water,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jawbox,
Simply Red,
Lyres,
Marvin Gaye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul II Soul,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ossler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Symarip,
Prince Buster,
Robert Görl,
The Walker Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
Zapp,
10cc,
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick Morgan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Newcleus,
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.