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 Angola and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the techno 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu,
The Tremeloes,
Ponytail,
Laurel Aitken,
Little Man,
Pierre Henry,
Harmonia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rapeman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Fear,
10cc,
Au Pairs,
Massinfluence,
Roxy Music,
Vladislav Delay,
The Remains,
Easy Going,
Swans,
John Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
The Toasters,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Wells,
Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
The Gories,
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Patti Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Lydon,
Ituana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
KRS-One,
Camouflage,
Second Layer,
The Real Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.