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 United States and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Yusef Lateef to the dance 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wings,
Blancmange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
One Last Wish,
Isaac Hayes,
David McCallum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Offenders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blossom Toes,
June of 44,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arcadia,
Whodini,
Aloha Tigers,
Animal Collective,
R.M.O.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q and Not U,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bad Manners,
The Velvet Underground,
Jawbox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
F. McDonald,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scan 7,
Ice-T,
Zapp,
Gang of Four,
Donald Byrd,
Wire,
Swans,
Todd Terry,
Jacques Brel,
The Dead C,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
the Normal,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Mills,
Faraquet,
Maleditus Sound,
AZ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ossler,
Fugazi,
The Buckinghams,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.