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 Mali and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the crunk 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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Todd Terry,
Mission of Burma,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Near,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Laurel Aitken,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camouflage,
Young Marble Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
F. McDonald,
Althea and Donna,
Jacob Miller,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agent Orange,
Minny Pops,
Mr. Review,
New Order,
Deadbeat,
Marc Almond,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harmonia,
Radiohead,
Colin Newman,
The Human League,
Make Up,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
T.S.O.L.,
Juan Atkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacques Brel,
The Stooges,
Chris Corsano,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxy Music,
Mad Mike,
Scratch Acid,
Von Mondo,
Josef K,
kango's stein massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.