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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 China Crisis to the dance 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
FM Einheit,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp,
X-102,
Soft Machine,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Japan,
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
Toni Rubio,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fall,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
The Monks,
The Gap Band,
The Barracudas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cameo,
Crooked Eye,
New Order,
Johnny Osbourne,
Smog,
The Birthday Party,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick Morgan,
The Invisible,
The Five Americans,
Todd Terry,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Charles Mingus,
Blake Baxter,
Tom Boy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Age Steppers,
Adolescents,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
Glenn Branca,
The Mummies,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Groovy Waters,
Godley & Creme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rosa Yemen,
Pylon,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.