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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Lakeside to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
This Heat,
Sarah Menescal,
Mantronix,
The Invisible,
Animal Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neu!,
Al Stewart,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
The United States of America,
Kayak,
Kurtis Blow,
cv313,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
The Fall,
The Cramps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
Lindisfarne,
Excepter,
Chrome,
Radio Birdman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
Nas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zapp,
Black Sheep,
B.T. Express,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cowsills,
Funkadelic,
Pulsallama,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boredoms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young,
Pantaleimon,
JFA,
John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.