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 Singapore and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Soft Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Dirtbombs,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deepchord,
Camouflage,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shoche,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Bourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Bauhaus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABC,
Deadbeat,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
cv313,
The Evens,
John Holt,
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
EPMD,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers,
The Invisible,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Brick,
Avey Tare,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swell Maps,
In Retrospect,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pussy Galore,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
X-101,
Rekid,
The Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
The Golliwogs,
Interpol,
Moebius,
Country Teasers,
China Crisis,
Accadde A,
Pantytec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Newcleus,
The United States of America,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.