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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Barrington Levy to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Althea and Donna,
John Cale,
Neil Young,
Minutemen,
Au Pairs,
The Litter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
Sandy B,
Arthur Verocai,
Das Ding,
Arcadia,
Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Raincoats,
the Sonics,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
Alton Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Selecter,
Quando Quango,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Near,
The Walker Brothers,
Hashim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blancmange,
Derrick May,
Little Man,
Rod Modell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Bizarre Inc.,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Grass Roots,
Shuggie Otis,
Pylon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deakin,
The Move,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
D'Angelo,
Leonard Cohen,
Minnie Riperton,
Dark Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Groovy Waters,
T. Rex,
FM Einheit,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.