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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 DJ Sneak to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
EPMD,
X-Ray Spex,
Judy Mowatt,
Y Pants,
Spandau Ballet,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
Radio Birdman,
Slick Rick,
Colin Newman,
Gabor Szabo,
Au Pairs,
K-Klass,
Rod Modell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
ABC,
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sällskapet,
The Residents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yazoo,
cv313,
Soulsonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Toni Rubio,
AZ,
Ohio Players,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Moon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Porter Ricks,
Skaos,
Mr. Review,
Chrome,
Deepchord,
The Dead C,
Kevin Saunderson,
Surgeon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
E-Dancer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra,
Piero Umiliani,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
OOIOO,
Robert Görl,
One Last Wish,
Mad Mike,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.