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 Barbados and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Motorama,
the Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronnie Foster,
Sarah Menescal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pop Group,
Harmonia,
Pagans,
Gabor Szabo,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joey Negro,
Mars,
Anthony Braxton,
Second Layer,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxy Music,
Guru Guru,
Make Up,
The Star Department,
Eve St. Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O.,
Minor Threat,
DJ Sneak,
Rosa Yemen,
the Human League,
This Heat,
Bluetip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Godley & Creme,
Byron Stingily,
Au Pairs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drexciya,
Kenny Larkin,
Y Pants,
Hasil Adkins,
F. McDonald,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Terry,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.