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 Algeria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 J.B.'s to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warren Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacob Miller,
Arab on Radar,
China Crisis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magma,
Iggy Pop,
New Order,
Eli Mardock,
The Dead C,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Desert Stars,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anthony Braxton,
Pole,
Lyres,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
Unrelated Segments,
Lungfish,
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Patti Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
E-Dancer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camouflage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Music Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Severed Heads,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Birthday Party,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maurizio,
Joensuu 1685,
Index,
Vainqueur,
X-Ray Spex,
Japan,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.