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 Kazakhstan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the disco 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Khruangbin,
World's Most,
The Happenings,
Qualms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Residents,
The Mummies,
Bobby Womack,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
Can,
Ken Boothe,
Negative Approach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skarface,
Mandrill,
Infiniti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
R.M.O.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Con Funk Shun,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yellowson,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
The Star Department,
Von Mondo,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brick,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Halsall,
Delta 5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Magma,
Toni Rubio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter,
Yaz,
Parry Music,
Mars,
The Litter,
The Moody Blues,
The New Christs,
Organ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Accadde A,
Warren Ellis,
Oblivians,
Q and Not U,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.