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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Skarface to the funk 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Tom Boy,
CMW,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nirvana,
Moebius,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
Altered Images,
China Crisis,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magma,
La Düsseldorf,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
Bad Manners,
Lakeside,
Grauzone,
Stiv Bators,
Nils Olav,
Con Funk Shun,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lindisfarne,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
Black Bananas,
Sonic Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Donald Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
X-102,
Metal Thangz,
Janne Schatter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fatback Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cal Tjader,
Ituana,
Blancmange,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work,
the Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
Symarip,
The Monochrome Set,
Von Mondo,
Au Pairs,
Qualms,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.