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 Bahamas and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Jacob Miller to the rock 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
EPMD,
Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
The Grass Roots,
Erykah Badu,
Lindisfarne,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minny Pops,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skaos,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
Deepchord,
The Gladiators,
Hoover,
Lower 48,
Drexciya,
Slick Rick,
Sonic Youth,
Icehouse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brick,
the Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
The Real Kids,
The Monks,
The Music Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
Archie Shepp,
Arcadia,
Oblivians,
Loose Ends,
Lightning Bolt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lungfish,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Essential Logic,
Neu!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erasure,
Little Man,
Judy Mowatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Surgeon,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.