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 Malta and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 a-ha to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Sight & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Young Rascals,
Absolute Body Control,
Mr. Review,
The Leaves,
Suicide,
Pylon,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
Technova,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Brass Construction,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Harry Pussy,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
Con Funk Shun,
a-ha,
Drexciya,
Kas Product,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terry Callier,
Bill Wells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sixth Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ohio Players,
Country Teasers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
K-Klass,
Crooked Eye,
JFA,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Young Marble Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nico,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Gang of Four,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Sneak,
Joensuu 1685,
The Count Five,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.