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 Kenya and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Ronan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jawbox,
Scrapy,
The Last Poets,
David Bowie,
Reuben Wilson,
Groovy Waters,
Michelle Simonal,
Quantec,
The Skatalites,
The Tremeloes,
Brand Nubian,
The Vogues,
Smog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Althea and Donna,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arcadia,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Guru Guru,
Nick Fraelich,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
The Saints,
Lakeside,
Ronnie Foster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skaos,
cv313,
Khruangbin,
Eric Copeland,
T. Rex,
The United States of America,
Wolf Eyes,
Spoonie Gee,
Warsaw,
Altered Images,
The Litter,
Gang Green,
The Martian,
Derrick May,
Lyres,
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nils Olav,
Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Motorama,
Simply Red,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
Rosa Yemen,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.