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 Lithuania and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Joey Negro to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
Simply Red,
Rufus Thomas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Human League,
The Dead C,
Bill Near,
Bobby Sherman,
Faraquet,
Tubeway Army,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Machine,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust,
Lungfish,
The Divine Comedy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lower 48,
Man Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
R.M.O.,
Ponytail,
Marine Girls,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
L. Decosne,
The Invisible,
John Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dawn Penn,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cecil Taylor,
The Human League,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
The Motions,
The Monochrome Set,
X-102,
Maleditus Sound,
Neu!,
Youth Brigade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sixth Finger,
Pulsallama,
Blake Baxter,
Clear Light,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.