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 Egypt 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
8 Eyed Spy,
World's Most,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barry Ungar,
Little Man,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr,
Desert Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
Mark Hollis,
The United States of America,
Isaac Hayes,
Camouflage,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Terry,
Young Marble Giants,
Television Personalities,
Bobbi Humphrey,
China Crisis,
Alphaville,
Eve St. Jones,
Average White Band,
MC5,
Ronnie Foster,
The Wake,
Kurtis Blow,
Funkadelic,
Byron Stingily,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Standells,
The Vogues,
The Index,
Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
Funky Four + One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Negative Approach,
Albert Ayler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MDC,
DJ Style,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joey Negro,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Tremeloes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Real Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Ohio Players,
Skarface,
The Trojans,
The Names,
X-Ray Spex,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.