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 the UAE and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Bobby Womack 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Techniques,
Radio Birdman,
Skarface,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Near,
Circle Jerks,
Fugazi,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Terry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Charles Mingus,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gladiators,
Trumans Water,
Basic Channel,
Nas,
The Busters,
Bob Dylan,
Mission of Burma,
MDC,
The Misunderstood,
Terry Callier,
Easy Going,
Minny Pops,
Funkadelic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nirvana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry's Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
Lyres,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Mills,
David Axelrod,
Soft Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delta 5,
Davy DMX,
The American Breed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sällskapet,
Sandy B,
The Blues Magoos,
Sound Behaviour,
Maleditus Sound,
Ituana,
Franke,
Oblivians,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.