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 Eritrea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Faust to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Oblivians,
Minnie Riperton,
Sound Behaviour,
Rapeman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kenny Larkin,
Basic Channel,
The Selecter,
Average White Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Essential Logic,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gichy Dan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fugazi,
Pussy Galore,
Surgeon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
Flash Fearless,
Masters at Work,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Marine Girls,
Magazine,
kango's stein massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Skaos,
Sugar Minott,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
Tubeway Army,
Lyres,
Accadde A,
Prince Buster,
Kas Product,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wire,
Franke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Interpol,
Quando Quango,
John Lydon,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.