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 Bolivia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
June of 44,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Christie,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spoonie Gee,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
Mr. Review,
Joey Negro,
The United States of America,
X-102,
Goldenarms,
Q65,
MDC,
David Axelrod,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Henry Cow,
China Crisis,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
Procol Harum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Arcadia,
Yaz,
Moebius,
Newcleus,
Radio Birdman,
Intrusion,
The Gap Band,
Graham Central Station,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
10cc,
Isaac Hayes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One,
Radiohead,
Duran Duran,
Gang Starr,
Can,
Pulsallama,
The Offenders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Searchers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.