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 Honduras and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
Girls At Our Best!,
Silicon Teens,
Motorama,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Invisible,
the Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
Crime,
Yellowson,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
The Offenders,
Bang On A Can,
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
Moss Icon,
Piero Umiliani,
Simply Red,
Pere Ubu,
Sight & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Blossom Toes,
Icehouse,
The Motions,
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
Country Teasers,
A Certain Ratio,
JFA,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Order,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dennis Brown,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
David Bowie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eurythmics,
Suburban Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
Al Stewart,
Harry Pussy,
Nico,
The Monks,
Ossler,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.