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 Ukraine and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Buckinghams to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Sam Rivers,
Second Layer,
Sister Nancy,
New Age Steppers,
The Grass Roots,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Goldenarms,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
Cal Tjader,
Reuben Wilson,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Martian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Bowie,
ABBA,
The New Christs,
AZ,
Ituana,
the Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dave Gahan,
Tomorrow,
JFA,
Alton Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
Groovy Waters,
The Techniques,
The Victims,
Marc Almond,
The Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
Funkadelic,
Audionom,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
The Trojans,
Reagan Youth,
Mad Mike,
Liliput,
Bill Near,
PIL,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Can,
LL Cool J,
Arcadia,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.