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 Paraguay and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Danielle Patucci to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Amon Düül II,
Cal Tjader,
Ohio Players,
Supertramp,
Neil Young,
Andrew Hill,
Negative Approach,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Christie,
Popol Vuh,
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
Blake Baxter,
The Barracudas,
The Durutti Column,
Scion,
Trumans Water,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wasted Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Boredoms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultravox,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Count Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
Barry Ungar,
B.T. Express,
Pantytec,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lower 48,
Janne Schatter,
Adolescents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wally Richardson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anakelly,
The Victims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rites of Spring,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.