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 Haiti and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 kango's stein massive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter 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?
Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronan,
Graham Central Station,
Yazoo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deepchord,
Q and Not U,
CMW,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Pole,
Grauzone,
FM Einheit,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry's Kids,
Bob Dylan,
The Gories,
New Order,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
Joe Finger,
ABBA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fugs,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
The Last Poets,
Kurtis Blow,
The Offenders,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sound,
David Axelrod,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
EPMD,
The Standells,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
Godley & Creme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Invisible,
The Knickerbockers,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Althea and Donna,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Franke,
Brass Construction,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.