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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
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 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 Fear to the jazz 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
Animal Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agitation Free,
Ronan,
The Associates,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bad Manners,
Fatback Band,
The Evens,
Gang of Four,
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalann,
The Young Rascals,
Pantytec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minutemen,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Terry,
The Mojo Men,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pop Group,
Chrome,
F. McDonald,
Robert Wyatt,
Idris Muhammad,
Sparks,
Barbara Tucker,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erasure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crooked Eye,
Jawbox,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-102,
The Slackers,
Slave,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wolf Eyes,
Loose Ends,
Jandek,
Eurythmics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roger Hodgson,
CMW,
Pharoah Sanders,
Franke,
Index,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.