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 Cuba and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 John Coltrane to the rock 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Black Dice,
Grauzone,
Bill Wells,
Con Funk Shun,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ohio Players,
Model 500,
Monks,
PIL,
Gabor Szabo,
Laurel Aitken,
The Motions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Colin Newman,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brick,
Godley & Creme,
The Move,
Slick Rick,
EPMD,
The Doobie Brothers,
MC5,
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Freddie Wadling,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
World's Most,
Index,
Rod Modell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
Peter & Gordon,
Guru Guru,
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gong,
Eddi Front,
Livin' Joy,
Agent Orange,
The Pop Group,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic,
Newcleus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Teasers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.