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 Albania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultimate Spinach to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Little Man,
The Raincoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swell Maps,
Mandrill,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
Cluster,
Mark Hollis,
Henry Cow,
The Offenders,
Barry Ungar,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
Sound Behaviour,
Heaven 17,
Lindisfarne,
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood,
Roxette,
Alphaville,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siglo XX,
Yellowson,
Arthur Verocai,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul II Soul,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Toasters,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
Soft Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Khruangbin,
Harry Pussy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The United States of America,
Basic Channel,
Ice-T,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronan,
Loose Ends,
Suburban Knight,
Kayak,
Jeff Mills,
Section 25,
Buzzcocks,
A Certain Ratio,
John Holt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yazoo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mummies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Zeros,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.