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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Judy Mowatt to the techno 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül II,
The Mojo Men,
Laurel Aitken,
ABBA,
Cymande,
Lalo Schifrin,
Popol Vuh,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
the Association,
David Axelrod,
Wally Richardson,
Byron Stingily,
Arab on Radar,
Letta Mbulu,
Whodini,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Donald Byrd,
Niagra,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Names,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monks,
Sugar Minott,
MDC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harmonia,
Erykah Badu,
Circle Jerks,
Icehouse,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Searchers,
Iggy Pop,
The Evens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Godley & Creme,
Freddie Wadling,
Television Personalities,
Adolescents,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantytec,
Faraquet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nirvana,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
Khruangbin,
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.