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 Dominica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 K-Klass to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Pole,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
Idris Muhammad,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Flag,
Neil Young,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gladiators,
Unwound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
Roxette,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
OOIOO,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delon & Dalcan,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Copeland,
X-101,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Evens,
Jeru the Damaja,
DNA,
Dave Gahan,
Whodini,
Ronan,
The Music Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Isaac Hayes,
a-ha,
James White and The Blacks,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Enemy,
H. Thieme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
Cymande,
Y Pants,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
This Heat,
Steve Hackett,
10cc,
Spandau Ballet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Supertramp,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.