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 Dominica and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Hasil Adkins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Scratch Acid,
Cybotron,
The Gories,
Brick,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Massinfluence,
Hasil Adkins,
Grauzone,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scrapy,
Moby Grape,
Talk Talk,
Ultra Naté,
F. McDonald,
Lyres,
Roxy Music,
Camouflage,
Gichy Dan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter & Gordon,
Fluxion,
The Standells,
Television Personalities,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young,
Chrome,
Jerry's Kids,
Altered Images,
Stiv Bators,
Qualms,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
the Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bluetip,
Cameo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiohead,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hashim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Zapp,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris & Cosey,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.