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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 The Gap Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Monks,
The Kinks,
Charles Mingus,
Janne Schatter,
Severed Heads,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Main Source,
The Motions,
the Association,
Morten Harket,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ken Boothe,
Camberwell Now,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donny Hathaway,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
The Gories,
Sonic Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Roger Hodgson,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalann,
Gang Starr,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neu!,
OOIOO,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
Ice-T,
Brothers Johnson,
the Swans,
Talk Talk,
The Litter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Can,
The Cramps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers,
Aaron Thompson,
Leonard Cohen,
This Heat,
Bobby Sherman,
Depeche Mode,
The Pretty Things,
Sam Rivers,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.