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 Germany and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Los Fastidios to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne,
David Bowie,
Johnny Clarke,
D'Angelo,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anakelly,
Half Japanese,
Lalann,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
The United States of America,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Almond,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scan 7,
Kurtis Blow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Curtis Mayfield,
Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
MDC,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
Maleditus Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Ohio Players,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tears for Fears,
Mars,
Bill Near,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
Maurizio,
The Fall,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Excepter,
Hashim,
Simply Red,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One,
cv313,
Yusef Lateef,
Deadbeat,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.