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 Congo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Harry Pussy to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
New Age Steppers,
The Alarm Clocks,
EPMD,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nico,
Toni Rubio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
Crime,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hardrive,
Mars,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Clarke,
Circle Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lyres,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Intrusion,
Gregory Isaacs,
B.T. Express,
Yusef Lateef,
Royal Trux,
Letta Mbulu,
Guru Guru,
The Motions,
The Evens,
Infiniti,
The Offenders,
Altered Images,
Little Man,
Maleditus Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Stereo Dub,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter,
X-101,
Harmonia,
Los Fastidios,
Archie Shepp,
The Misunderstood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
James White and The Blacks,
OOIOO,
Eurythmics,
Sarah Menescal,
Q and Not U,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.