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 Switzerland and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Magma to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Supertramp,
James White and The Blacks,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Joe Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Basic Channel,
Kas Product,
Lalann,
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
the Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Cymande,
Isaac Hayes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Surgeon,
Stetsasonic,
Gabor Szabo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deadbeat,
Arthur Verocai,
Panda Bear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Flag,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spoonie Gee,
Hoover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Second Layer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Livin' Joy,
Danielle Patucci,
Cal Tjader,
Idris Muhammad,
Funkadelic,
Hashim,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Wells,
Talk Talk,
The Monks,
Quantec,
Das Ding,
Niagra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.