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 Jamaica and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bill Wells to the jazz 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Clear Light,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Susan Cadogan,
Main Source,
Skriet,
Brick,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radio Birdman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Eddi Front,
Unrelated Segments,
Thee Headcoats,
Quantec,
Half Japanese,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young,
Kerri Chandler,
Royal Trux,
Don Cherry,
X-102,
John Foxx,
Reagan Youth,
The Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Bluetip,
B.T. Express,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Audionom,
Wolf Eyes,
Scientists,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
David Axelrod,
Funkadelic,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
PIL,
Patti Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pere Ubu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television Personalities,
The Monks,
Colin Newman,
Wire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.