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 Mali and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 The Blackbyrds to the dance 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Normal,
Hashim,
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blackbyrds,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Holt,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry's Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
B.T. Express,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tres Demented,
Barbara Tucker,
Can,
Pagans,
The Mummies,
Robert Wyatt,
Sam Rivers,
Max Romeo,
Essential Logic,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Ohio Players,
Cameo,
The Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cybotron,
The Velvet Underground,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Index,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rotary Connection,
The Five Americans,
The Divine Comedy,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eli Mardock,
Magazine,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.