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 Kitts & Nevis and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
Oblivians,
Circle Jerks,
Animal Collective,
The Moleskins,
Stetsasonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
Inner City,
The Busters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers,
The Monks,
Heaven 17,
The Cramps,
Rosa Yemen,
Pagans,
Minnie Riperton,
Intrusion,
Ronan,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Lungfish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
Chrome,
Rod Modell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
Alison Limerick,
KRS-One,
The Doors,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donny Hathaway,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül,
Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
Maleditus Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.