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 Suriname and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Fluxion to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Pierre Henry,
The Selecter,
Black Flag,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Index,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
Loose Ends,
The Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wolf Eyes,
Tommy Roe,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
Stiv Bators,
Laurel Aitken,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Finger,
Audionom,
Simply Red,
The Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Au Pairs,
John Foxx,
John Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sam Rivers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boz Scaggs,
Motorama,
Quando Quango,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Lynne,
Excepter,
X-Ray Spex,
Darondo,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
Althea and Donna,
Bauhaus,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.