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 Haiti 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Qualms to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
Josef K,
Ludus,
The Human League,
Altered Images,
Lyres,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quando Quango,
Yusef Lateef,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
Pylon,
Skarface,
8 Eyed Spy,
Susan Cadogan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Black Sheep,
Basic Channel,
These Immortal Souls,
PIL,
Zapp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cybotron,
Glenn Branca,
The Cure,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra,
Negative Approach,
Talk Talk,
Underground Resistance,
H. Thieme,
World's Most,
Darondo,
Gang Green,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Birthday Party,
Goldenarms,
Jawbox,
Magazine,
Pantaleimon,
Stetsasonic,
John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Section 25,
The New Christs,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick Morgan,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.