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 Namibia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Alton Ellis to the grime 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fad Gadget,
Henry Cow,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker,
The Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fuzztones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Archie Shepp,
Visage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Smog,
Fatback Band,
The J.B.'s,
Tears for Fears,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
The Stooges,
DNA,
Talk Talk,
Index,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lyres,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Infiniti,
E-Dancer,
The Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gichy Dan,
Spoonie Gee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
cv313,
Donald Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Clear Light,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Green,
The Buckinghams,
The Leaves,
Eli Mardock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crooked Eye,
Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.