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 Sweden and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley,
Main Source,
Archie Shepp,
China Crisis,
Ten City,
Joe Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul II Soul,
Joey Negro,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
Marc Almond,
Procol Harum,
Cecil Taylor,
Leonard Cohen,
The Skatalites,
Pet Shop Boys,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges,
Tommy Roe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Red Krayola,
Davy DMX,
Dave Gahan,
Minor Threat,
Slick Rick,
Newcleus,
Ohio Players,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Althea and Donna,
The Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
H. Thieme,
Panda Bear,
Chris Corsano,
Make Up,
EPMD,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smoke,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiohead,
Stiv Bators,
Warsaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Nation of Ulysses,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
Rod Modell,
The Birthday Party,
Drive Like Jehu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.