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 Zimbabwe and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the techno 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Au Pairs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fuzztones,
Neu!,
the Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Bush Tetras,
Chris & Cosey,
Thompson Twins,
The Smoke,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cecil Taylor,
Easy Going,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Althea and Donna,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James White and The Blacks,
Lightning Bolt,
Babytalk,
Isaac Hayes,
Lucky Dragons,
Faust,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Visage,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
Sight & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Loose Ends,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Wells,
Warsaw,
Icehouse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sällskapet,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Bourne,
Stetsasonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quadrant,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yaz,
Joey Negro,
Supertramp,
Erykah Badu,
Maurizio,
T. Rex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.