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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Jacob Miller to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Roxette,
Cymande,
Kenny Larkin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Pylon,
Brothers Johnson,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
The Fall,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
Japan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Main Source,
Alton Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Intrusion,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
Q and Not U,
The Gun Club,
Derrick May,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Surgeon,
Moss Icon,
Jacob Miller,
the Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Quando Quango,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
K-Klass,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Remains,
The Durutti Column,
Henry Cow,
Graham Central Station,
Amazonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Mandrill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minnie Riperton,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Vladislav Delay,
Wings,
A Certain Ratio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Idris Muhammad,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Pus,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.