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 Thailand and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Joe Smooth to the electroclash 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Nirvana,
Minor Threat,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Real Kids,
Hardrive,
Lindisfarne,
The Techniques,
Gong,
John Lydon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Lynne,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cramps,
Robert Wyatt,
Babytalk,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Sherman,
Von Mondo,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller,
Godley & Creme,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
Amazonics,
Grauzone,
Laurel Aitken,
Rosa Yemen,
H. Thieme,
Lakeside,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mojo Men,
Stereo Dub,
Fela Kuti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joy Division,
Masters at Work,
Moby Grape,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash,
EPMD,
Lalann,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Eating Sloth,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Moon,
Kerri Chandler,
Anakelly,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
Silicon Teens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.