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 Swaziland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Derrick May to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Pretty Things,
Main Source,
Nirvana,
Arcadia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül II,
Peter and Kerry,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sonics,
Wire,
Q65,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q and Not U,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronan,
Althea and Donna,
Kaleidoscope,
Dawn Penn,
Interpol,
Subhumans,
Rufus Thomas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glenn Branca,
Mr. Review,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Hill,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Wells,
Popol Vuh,
Babytalk,
KRS-One,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
Idris Muhammad,
OOIOO,
Cybotron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swell Maps,
Jawbox,
Whodini,
Nas,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.