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 Tajikistan and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Livin' Joy to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Misunderstood,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits,
Black Pus,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Last Poets,
Silicon Teens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Young Marble Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Trojans,
R.M.O.,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Style,
The Blackbyrds,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moody Blues,
Trumans Water,
Aloha Tigers,
Eve St. Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
Ossler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magma,
The Gladiators,
John Holt,
CMW,
The Durutti Column,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
PIL,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chrome,
the Association,
Stetsasonic,
Wasted Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Skarface,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alton Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ice-T,
Severed Heads,
EPMD,
E-Dancer,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.