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 Costa Rica and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Happenings to the jazz 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Starr,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skarface,
A Certain Ratio,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
Symarip,
Little Man,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
Funky Four + One,
Altered Images,
Soulsonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-101,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
The American Breed,
Flash Fearless,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
The Blues Magoos,
Sex Pistols,
UT,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
Neu!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Machine,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
Jacob Miller,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
The Pop Group,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deadbeat,
Vainqueur,
Rapeman,
Harry Pussy,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MDC,
10cc,
Babytalk,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.