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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Steve Hackett to the disco 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
The Raincoats,
New Order,
LL Cool J,
Nils Olav,
Terry Callier,
The Wake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Wells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ,
The Blackbyrds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nas,
New Age Steppers,
Sällskapet,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
The American Breed,
the Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Style,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
OOIOO,
Tom Boy,
Robert Wyatt,
Eli Mardock,
Sound Behaviour,
Brick,
The Monochrome Set,
Quadrant,
R.M.O.,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
K-Klass,
Mantronix,
Marc Almond,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
Technova,
Joensuu 1685,
Sight & Sound,
Magazine,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.