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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
ABBA,
The Wake,
Dual Sessions,
Brick,
Shuggie Otis,
Hashim,
Au Pairs,
Bush Tetras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donald Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Depeche Mode,
The Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
The Last Poets,
James White and The Blacks,
Essential Logic,
Mark Hollis,
Stetsasonic,
Patti Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
Letta Mbulu,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
Camouflage,
Tim Buckley,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mantronix,
The Young Rascals,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Vogues,
The Toasters,
Infiniti,
Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Moss Icon,
Monolake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Newcleus,
Yaz,
The Neon Judgement,
Scan 7,
Minnie Riperton,
Popol Vuh,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sound Behaviour,
Ludus,
The Offenders,
Jandek,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Massinfluence,
The Selecter,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.