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 Togo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Ludus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fear,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalann,
Gong,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Main Source,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare,
Make Up,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Y Pants,
Tommy Roe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cowsills,
Charles Mingus,
Black Moon,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter and Kerry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
OOIOO,
cv313,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smiths,
Oblivians,
Mad Mike,
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys,
Todd Terry,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Bar-Kays,
Scion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pole,
Parry Music,
The Monks,
Warsaw,
Pussy Galore,
Young Marble Giants,
Lungfish,
Johnny Clarke,
John Foxx,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.