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 Latvia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Eden Ahbez to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Unwound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
Underground Resistance,
Traffic Nightmare,
H. Thieme,
Soft Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aswad,
Prince Buster,
The Invisible,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
Qualms,
Jeff Lynne,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Model 500,
E-Dancer,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Shadows of Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Agent Orange,
The Toasters,
Infiniti,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
The Barracudas,
Chris & Cosey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Walker Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
the Bar-Kays,
48th St. Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Surgeon,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
The Happenings,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
Ken Boothe,
Magma,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.