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 Zimbabwe and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Slick Rick to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pere Ubu,
The Divine Comedy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Goldenarms,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalann,
the Bar-Kays,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ,
The Vogues,
Zero Boys,
Audionom,
The Blackbyrds,
Crime,
Fatback Band,
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang On A Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swans,
The Moody Blues,
The Motions,
Sun Ra,
John Lydon,
The Offenders,
Joe Finger,
Henry Cow,
Cluster,
Fela Kuti,
Fluxion,
The Detroit Cobras,
cv313,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
kango's stein massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Green,
Duran Duran,
The Raincoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Von Mondo,
Monks,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
The Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.