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 Gambia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Howard Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
Goldenarms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker,
Liliput,
Jeff Mills,
Rod Modell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unwound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Misunderstood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Howard Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Connie Case,
Sarah Menescal,
World's Most,
Sex Pistols,
Wally Richardson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Absolute Body Control,
Funky Four + One,
David Axelrod,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Nas,
Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Associates,
Technova,
Chris Corsano,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harry Pussy,
Pagans,
Whodini,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Almond,
Khruangbin,
Boredoms,
DNA,
Mo-Dettes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless,
Janne Schatter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
The Litter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Supertramp,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.