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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronnie Foster,
The Zeros,
Funkadelic,
Chris Corsano,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
Rod Modell,
The Kinks,
Piero Umiliani,
Clear Light,
Fluxion,
The Gories,
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smoke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magazine,
Second Layer,
Loose Ends,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
EPMD,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
Rekid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Neon Judgement,
Barry Ungar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The United States of America,
KRS-One,
David Axelrod,
Darondo,
The Gap Band,
Gong,
Bill Near,
Liliput,
Matthew Bourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warren Ellis,
Adolescents,
Grey Daturas,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronan,
Country Teasers,
48th St. Collective,
Model 500,
Slick Rick,
The Names,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Al Stewart,
The Grass Roots,
Mr. Review,
Reuben Wilson,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.