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 Ecuador and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Drexciya,
Organ,
The Raincoats,
Camberwell Now,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-101,
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Josef K,
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Darondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aural Exciters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Misunderstood,
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Busters,
Scion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Byron Stingily,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scrapy,
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Essential Logic,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Bob Dylan,
Lucky Dragons,
Ken Boothe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Remains,
Pussy Galore,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eden Ahbez,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.