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 Tajikistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the techno 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Joensuu 1685,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Procol Harum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
48th St. Collective,
Motorama,
Aaron Thompson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
New Age Steppers,
KRS-One,
Silicon Teens,
Nas,
Agent Orange,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers,
Hardrive,
Inner City,
The Dead C,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Hood,
The Fortunes,
Suburban Knight,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Trojans,
L. Decosne,
Letta Mbulu,
Deepchord,
June Days,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
The Wake,
a-ha,
Fatback Band,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
Flipper,
Sam Rivers,
Kevin Saunderson,
R.M.O.,
The Tremeloes,
Sandy B,
Warsaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boz Scaggs,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.