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 Ethiopia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
The Beau Brummels,
Suicide,
Sällskapet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Underground Resistance,
AZ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fugazi,
L. Decosne,
The Human League,
Scion,
Ice-T,
Roxette,
Rod Modell,
the Germs,
Animal Collective,
Patti Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Görl,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Stereo Dub,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Foxx,
Bill Near,
The Golliwogs,
Supertramp,
Monks,
Crime,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims,
ABBA,
Blancmange,
Arcadia,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Almond,
Icehouse,
Andrew Hill,
Flash Fearless,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
Brick,
The Fall,
Swans,
The Gap Band,
The Moleskins,
Crooked Eye,
These Immortal Souls,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.