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 Norway and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Q and Not U to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Yusef Lateef,
Pulsallama,
Crime,
Massinfluence,
Bill Near,
Icehouse,
Alton Ellis,
Skaos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Section 25,
Q65,
Eddi Front,
Albert Ayler,
Slick Rick,
The Golliwogs,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxette,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moleskins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Japan,
China Crisis,
John Foxx,
Mad Mike,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
The United States of America,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skriet,
Mo-Dettes,
The Victims,
Motorama,
Lakeside,
Flamin' Groovies,
Clear Light,
Sixth Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nirvana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Names,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.