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 Togo and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grime 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultravox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun City Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris Corsano,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
Skaos,
Parry Music,
The Music Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Second Layer,
The Toasters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
Ponytail,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Smooth,
The Fall,
The Gun Club,
Mars,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Alphaville,
The Index,
Desert Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Lightning Bolt,
Brass Construction,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Modern Lovers,
Goldenarms,
Cluster,
Bush Tetras,
These Immortal Souls,
The Misunderstood,
Hot Snakes,
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
Section 25,
Neil Young,
The Birthday Party,
Kenny Larkin,
Marine Girls,
Maurizio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smoke,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.