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 Lithuania and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Donny Hathaway to the rock 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
K-Klass,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gap Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy Collins,
the Association,
X-102,
Vladislav Delay,
Agent Orange,
Basic Channel,
The Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
UT,
Bobby Sherman,
Lakeside,
the Fania All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
H. Thieme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Buckinghams,
Don Cherry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minutemen,
Gang of Four,
The Knickerbockers,
Adolescents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Skaos,
Japan,
New Age Steppers,
Sällskapet,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crime,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eli Mardock,
Au Pairs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masters at Work,
Erasure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul Sonic Force,
EPMD,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Remains,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.