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 United Kingdom and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James White and The Blacks,
JFA,
Unrelated Segments,
Zero Boys,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
Saccharine Trust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eddi Front,
Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flamin' Groovies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Section 25,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
Michelle Simonal,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monolake,
Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Bourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
48th St. Collective,
Josef K,
Bill Wells,
The Trojans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lucky Dragons,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalann,
The Invisible,
The Music Machine,
Agent Orange,
Das Ding,
Pierre Henry,
Vainqueur,
Guru Guru,
Tears for Fears,
Alison Limerick,
Deadbeat,
Symarip,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxette,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.