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 Somalia and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Wyatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Bar-Kays,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Lalann,
Joey Negro,
Scan 7,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
Eric Copeland,
The Grass Roots,
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic,
Little Man,
Derrick May,
Magazine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sister Nancy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aloha Tigers,
In Retrospect,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fortunes,
Gang of Four,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Freddie Wadling,
Slick Rick,
A Certain Ratio,
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
Black Moon,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Selecter,
Reagan Youth,
Fat Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Cal Tjader,
Shoche,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grey Daturas,
The Sonics,
Adolescents,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Normal,
Amon Düül,
The Tremeloes,
Jacob Miller,
Susan Cadogan,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Popol Vuh,
Circle Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.