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 Mauritania and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 techno 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra 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 crunk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Kinks,
the Bar-Kays,
Popol Vuh,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Star Department,
Bad Manners,
The Fortunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Joy Division,
MDC,
Juan Atkins,
Organ,
Ken Boothe,
Angry Samoans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Tremeloes,
The Leaves,
the Swans,
Sparks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cybotron,
Minutemen,
The Monochrome Set,
The Associates,
June Days,
Josef K,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
H. Thieme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yellowson,
Rekid,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu,
Nas,
Pagans,
Banda Bassotti,
The Martian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day,
Symarip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Interpol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Henry Cow,
Sun City Girls,
Outsiders,
Scientists,
John Coltrane,
The Index,
Connie Case,
Sällskapet,
Pylon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swans,
The Move,
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat,
Maurizio,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.