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 Mozambique and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Kings Of Tomorrow 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monochrome Set,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gichy Dan,
Idris Muhammad,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League,
Interpol,
Sam Rivers,
Silicon Teens,
Maurizio,
The Skatalites,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
The Offenders,
Brothers Johnson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erasure,
Hardrive,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Saints,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drexciya,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
UT,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
Alphaville,
the Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Scientists,
Metal Thangz,
Wire,
Popol Vuh,
Minutemen,
Khruangbin,
Quantec,
Minnie Riperton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suburban Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shoche,
Dead Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alison Limerick,
Boredoms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Terry,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sight & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
EPMD,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.