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 Malta and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Flash Fearless to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Public Enemy,
Khruangbin,
Eric Copeland,
Crime,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cowsills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blues Magoos,
John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Mr. Review,
Lower 48,
The Angels of Light,
Scientists,
Mars,
Negative Approach,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Sheep,
the Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Grauzone,
Fugazi,
CMW,
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magma,
Surgeon,
This Heat,
Black Flag,
The Residents,
Yaz,
The Selecter,
MDC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra,
Metal Thangz,
Carl Craig,
Procol Harum,
Delon & Dalcan,
In Retrospect,
Anthony Braxton,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.