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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Japan to the rock 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Buckinghams,
Godley & Creme,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
Unrelated Segments,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mojo Men,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Hoover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funky Four + One,
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Pantytec,
Shuggie Otis,
The Evens,
The Stooges,
John Lydon,
Livin' Joy,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Banda Bassotti,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anthony Braxton,
X-101,
Negative Approach,
Tears for Fears,
The Leaves,
Duran Duran,
Mission of Burma,
Byron Stingily,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C,
Cheater Slicks,
AZ,
Idris Muhammad,
the Normal,
Massinfluence,
Model 500,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
Eric Copeland,
Babytalk,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.