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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
The Five Americans,
The Blackbyrds,
Eddi Front,
Terry Callier,
Fugazi,
Brothers Johnson,
Goldenarms,
JFA,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Con Funk Shun,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Almond,
Kerri Chandler,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker,
Juan Atkins,
Icehouse,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
10cc,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hot Snakes,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cure,
Unrelated Segments,
Brick,
Lightning Bolt,
Hasil Adkins,
Don Cherry,
Kayak,
Schoolly D,
Blossom Toes,
Piero Umiliani,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flipper,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.