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 Brazil and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Symarip to the grime 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Television,
The Moody Blues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Associates,
The Dead C,
Idris Muhammad,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Parry Music,
Zero Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Excepter,
June Days,
Q and Not U,
The Blackbyrds,
Harmonia,
The Mummies,
Steve Hackett,
Clear Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Simply Red,
X-102,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cameo,
The Wake,
Deepchord,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats,
Moby Grape,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gladiators,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neu!,
Pantytec,
Minor Threat,
Soft Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nico,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Invisible,
Johnny Clarke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Letta Mbulu,
the Germs,
Scientists,
Mars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
cv313,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fuzztones,
Ken Boothe,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.