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 Kazakhstan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Oblivians to the grime 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
The J.B.'s,
Symarip,
Erasure,
Dave Gahan,
Piero Umiliani,
Joey Negro,
Mo-Dettes,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Almond,
Erykah Badu,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q65,
Rufus Thomas,
Harry Pussy,
Faust,
Urselle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glenn Branca,
Zapp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kayak,
Average White Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Charles Mingus,
Sällskapet,
Jacques Brel,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Excepter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
Isaac Hayes,
The Music Machine,
T. Rex,
Ponytail,
Magma,
Max Romeo,
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Prince Buster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Toni Rubio,
Wolf Eyes,
kango's stein massive,
cv313,
James White and The Blacks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Red Krayola,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.