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 Tajikistan and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Brothers Johnson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Ohio Players,
Eden Ahbez,
Minny Pops,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alton Ellis,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pylon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kayak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Vogues,
Rapeman,
MC5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Danielle Patucci,
Sister Nancy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ice-T,
Juan Atkins,
Ken Boothe,
Guru Guru,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry's Kids,
Mr. Review,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex,
Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Silicon Teens,
Talk Talk,
Cameo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sight & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Joy Division,
D'Angelo,
The Index,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Starr,
Erykah Badu,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camouflage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visage,
The Saints,
The Grass Roots,
La Düsseldorf,
Charles Mingus,
The Zeros,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.