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 Benin and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Ponytail to the dance 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hashim,
Howard Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ice-T,
Underground Resistance,
Rufus Thomas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Jacques Brel,
Arcadia,
Wire,
Donny Hathaway,
Maurizio,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Associates,
Audionom,
Graham Central Station,
Funkadelic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantaleimon,
Pole,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television,
Bootsy Collins,
Yusef Lateef,
Cheater Slicks,
Fugazi,
Black Sheep,
Ossler,
Slick Rick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonic Youth,
Joey Negro,
Visage,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Wyatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
UT,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.