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 Nauru and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
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 synthesizer 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 Essential Logic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
K-Klass,
H. Thieme,
Rotary Connection,
Reuben Wilson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Scion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minor Threat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cramps,
MDC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxette,
Aaron Thompson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
The Music Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Red Krayola,
The Blackbyrds,
The Blues Magoos,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Main Source,
The Alarm Clocks,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
The Stooges,
Jawbox,
Crime,
Duran Duran,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Arthur Verocai,
the Swans,
The Names,
Spoonie Gee,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
Ossler,
Motorama,
EPMD,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Machine,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.