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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Electric Light Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Infiniti,
The Red Krayola,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Copeland,
MDC,
Smog,
Hardrive,
John Coltrane,
JFA,
Surgeon,
Unwound,
Bill Near,
Jeff Mills,
Animal Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Scan 7,
Brick,
Terry Callier,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Schoolly D,
Drexciya,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Peter and Kerry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Altered Images,
Mad Mike,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-102,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Techniques,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Pus,
Sam Rivers,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
Maleditus Sound,
B.T. Express,
Byron Stingily,
Jawbox,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
The Buckinghams,
Accadde A,
Warren Ellis,
The Associates,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June of 44,
The Names,
Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tim Buckley,
John Lydon,
The Pretty Things,
Ludus,
Pylon,
DJ Sneak,
Von Mondo,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.