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 Lagos.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sixth Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Soft Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nico,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wire,
Rites of Spring,
Ten City,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick Morgan,
Khruangbin,
Camouflage,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cecil Taylor,
Magazine,
Anakelly,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aaron Thompson,
Schoolly D,
the Association,
Index,
The American Breed,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boredoms,
Pere Ubu,
The Pop Group,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moby Grape,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eve St. Jones,
Marine Girls,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Smog,
Tears for Fears,
Sarah Menescal,
X-102,
The New Christs,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang On A Can,
The Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.