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 Oman and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Youth Brigade to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Mantronix,
Livin' Joy,
Suburban Knight,
Zero Boys,
Loose Ends,
the Association,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fugazi,
Circle Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Mandrill,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shoche,
Junior Murvin,
Cluster,
The New Christs,
Con Funk Shun,
Marcia Griffiths,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
Agitation Free,
Judy Mowatt,
Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Barrington Levy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Davy DMX,
Radiohead,
The Sound,
Bad Manners,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris & Cosey,
Wasted Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxette,
CMW,
Minor Threat,
Adolescents,
The Count Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vainqueur,
Brand Nubian,
Joy Division,
Goldenarms,
Sugar Minott,
The Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Interpol,
Cheater Slicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.