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 Zambia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sun City Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
K-Klass,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Patti Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Wells,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
ABC,
Anakelly,
the Human League,
Siglo XX,
Barry Ungar,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yazoo,
Drexciya,
Todd Rundgren,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Terry,
Wings,
Ice-T,
Deakin,
Loose Ends,
Cheater Slicks,
Metal Thangz,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Zeros,
T. Rex,
Wasted Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warren Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Danielle Patucci,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alton Ellis,
Sandy B,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos,
Cameo,
Lou Reed,
Nik Kershaw,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick Morgan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mars,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.