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 Estonia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Motions to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Cecil Taylor,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minnie Riperton,
Camouflage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Görl,
The Litter,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Womack,
The Associates,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gastr Del Sol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
OOIOO,
Prince Buster,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
F. McDonald,
Niagra,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
H. Thieme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Toni Rubio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Darondo,
Bootsy Collins,
In Retrospect,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Style,
the Swans,
Nico,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Toasters,
K-Klass,
Funky Four + One,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Christie,
Joe Finger,
The United States of America,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Susan Cadogan,
Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.