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 Costa Rica and from Beijing.
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 Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erasure to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
the Germs,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Görl,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
Davy DMX,
Carl Craig,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Style,
Aaron Thompson,
Sister Nancy,
Unwound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Cale,
Cymande,
Ronnie Foster,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca,
Warsaw,
X-102,
Nico,
Heaven 17,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gong,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lightning Bolt,
Severed Heads,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach,
Mission of Burma,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Chris & Cosey,
Ludus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blossom Toes,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
CMW,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.