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 Sri Lanka and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Pagans,
Franke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funky Four + One,
Ornette Coleman,
Boogie Down Productions,
U.S. Maple,
Mantronix,
Cameo,
Bill Near,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Sheep,
The Motions,
Moebius,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
CMW,
The Buckinghams,
48th St. Collective,
Adolescents,
Hoover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pop Group,
Average White Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mr. Review,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX,
Fugazi,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Camberwell Now,
Stereo Dub,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Machine,
The Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Tommy Roe,
Joey Negro,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radio Birdman,
Erykah Badu,
cv313,
the Association,
Echospace,
The Gories,
Wings,
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.