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 Tanzania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Man Eating Sloth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Standells,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Young Rascals,
Ten City,
The Real Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Soulsonic Force,
Ice-T,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Walker Brothers,
Mantronix,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
JFA,
Silicon Teens,
Alison Limerick,
Brass Construction,
Neu!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Fraelich,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q65,
Ohio Players,
Rotary Connection,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Stiv Bators,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
PIL,
Cameo,
Magazine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amazonics,
the Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thompson Twins,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
The Barracudas,
Goldenarms,
Drexciya,
Chris Corsano,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nico,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.