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 Brazil and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Dorothy Ashby to the jazz 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Halsall,
The Offenders,
Fat Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vainqueur,
Aloha Tigers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dual Sessions,
U.S. Maple,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
The Beau Brummels,
Franke,
Albert Ayler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Last Poets,
Minnie Riperton,
Depeche Mode,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gun Club,
Kaleidoscope,
Moebius,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Index,
In Retrospect,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub,
Cymande,
The Star Department,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donald Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Althea and Donna,
The Black Dice,
Panda Bear,
Peter & Gordon,
Ponytail,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dave Gahan,
John Holt,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
Cybotron,
Danielle Patucci,
the Human League,
Scion,
Inner City,
Bill Near,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.