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 Iceland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Frankie Knuckles to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Wire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Normal,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Ten City,
Average White Band,
Yellowson,
Brick,
Rufus Thomas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pole,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
John Foxx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Inner City,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Enemy,
Gang of Four,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dead Boys,
Agent Orange,
Visage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wings,
Can,
Blancmange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kayak,
Masters at Work,
Index,
Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Colin Newman,
Duran Duran,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
The Vogues,
Kerri Chandler,
Amazonics,
Suicide,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alphaville,
Ronan,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.