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 Serbia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 the Bar-Kays to the disco 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Monolake,
Newcleus,
Niagra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
Sugar Minott,
The Names,
New Age Steppers,
Marvin Gaye,
Susan Cadogan,
Main Source,
Sex Pistols,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Smooth,
The Move,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
Altered Images,
Crooked Eye,
Fad Gadget,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joy Division,
The Cure,
Drexciya,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Modern Lovers,
Arcadia,
the Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Masters at Work,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
The Walker Brothers,
Inner City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unrelated Segments,
La Düsseldorf,
X-Ray Spex,
Juan Atkins,
Procol Harum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.