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 Kuwait and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Stetsasonic to the disco 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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Wake,
Public Enemy,
F. McDonald,
Jacob Miller,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sonics,
Bill Wells,
E-Dancer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Lungfish,
D'Angelo,
The Slackers,
Kerri Chandler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Outsiders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nas,
Whodini,
Aloha Tigers,
The Last Poets,
Rapeman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thee Headcoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers,
The Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Matthew Bourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
LL Cool J,
The New Christs,
The Leaves,
Severed Heads,
The Move,
R.M.O.,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Desert Stars,
Subhumans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Wyatt,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
Terry Callier,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
The J.B.'s,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.