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 Samoa and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Kurtis Blow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
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Andrew Hill,
The Five Americans,
The Buckinghams,
The Names,
The Neon Judgement,
Q and Not U,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arab on Radar,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül,
E-Dancer,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stereo Dub,
Deadbeat,
Scion,
Kerri Chandler,
The Real Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Wells,
Symarip,
The Fugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Altered Images,
The Moody Blues,
Niagra,
Babytalk,
The Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker,
Livin' Joy,
Vainqueur,
Gang Green,
Slick Rick,
Nico,
Procol Harum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Mary Jane Girls,
David McCallum,
Oblivians,
The Human League,
Pole,
Reagan Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.