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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 The J.B.'s to the grunge 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Toasters,
Essential Logic,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Schoolly D,
Mr. Review,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Crime,
Sixth Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joy Division,
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Con Funk Shun,
The Index,
Juan Atkins,
The Motions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grey Daturas,
Fela Kuti,
Sugar Minott,
Underground Resistance,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt,
Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris & Cosey,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxy Music,
Nirvana,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
The Litter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cramps,
Magazine,
The Smoke,
Subhumans,
Anakelly,
The Music Machine,
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Busters,
Thee Headcoats,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fuzztones,
Harmonia,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.