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 Laos and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Shuggie Otis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
R.M.O.,
Zapp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bronski Beat,
Donald Byrd,
Malaria!,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q65,
Blake Baxter,
Charles Mingus,
Flash Fearless,
the Slits,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Flag,
Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Idris Muhammad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
The Motions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mummies,
Hashim,
Joy Division,
Desert Stars,
Tom Boy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
48th St. Collective,
Skaos,
The Index,
Fear,
Rosa Yemen,
The Stooges,
Goldenarms,
Connie Case,
Depeche Mode,
Moby Grape,
Kurtis Blow,
Blossom Toes,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
Banda Bassotti,
La Düsseldorf,
The Happenings,
The Barracudas,
the Bar-Kays,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.