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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 48th St. Collective to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Jeff Mills,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
Rod Modell,
John Foxx,
Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Prince Buster,
LL Cool J,
Fat Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stockholm Monsters,
E-Dancer,
Roxy Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alphaville,
La Düsseldorf,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gun Club,
U.S. Maple,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skriet,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quadrant,
Nico,
Audionom,
Bill Wells,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
New York Dolls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Half Japanese,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scrapy,
The Toasters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Raincoats,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris & Cosey,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.