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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Desert Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
World's Most,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Womack,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monks,
John Foxx,
The Motions,
Clear Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deepchord,
June Days,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
KRS-One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
Althea and Donna,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vainqueur,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deadbeat,
Jacques Brel,
Young Marble Giants,
Eurythmics,
Chris Corsano,
Visage,
Byron Stingily,
Cymande,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marmalade,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Godley & Creme,
The Sound,
Average White Band,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Near,
Graham Central Station,
Barrington Levy,
Stereo Dub,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Gong,
Sällskapet,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
Pere Ubu,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.