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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 The Angels of Light to the techno 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
EPMD,
Essential Logic,
Minnie Riperton,
Technova,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fugazi,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grauzone,
China Crisis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Interpol,
the Human League,
CMW,
Brass Construction,
the Association,
David McCallum,
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Yusef Lateef,
Shuggie Otis,
Spandau Ballet,
Rapeman,
Procol Harum,
Grey Daturas,
Von Mondo,
PIL,
Todd Terry,
The Doors,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
Japan,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
Symarip,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Remains,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television Personalities,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Offenders,
R.M.O.,
Brothers Johnson,
Archie Shepp,
Sixth Finger,
Tubeway Army,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echospace,
This Heat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.