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 Suriname and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace 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?
Harry Pussy,
Cymande,
Rosa Yemen,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ohio Players,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
Icehouse,
Rekid,
Minny Pops,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Shadows of Knight,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bronski Beat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Angels of Light,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Almond,
Derrick May,
Zero Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pere Ubu,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Royal Trux,
Gichy Dan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Hood,
Crooked Eye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Carl Craig,
Camouflage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Bourne,
Underground Resistance,
Khruangbin,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.