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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Unrelated Segments to the dance 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dark Day,
The Trojans,
Altered Images,
Flash Fearless,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dave Gahan,
Agitation Free,
Sound Behaviour,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jawbox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Isaac Hayes,
Vladislav Delay,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Whodini,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra,
Ohio Players,
Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pussy Galore,
June of 44,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Human League,
Black Bananas,
Godley & Creme,
Visage,
the Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
The Young Rascals,
John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Main Source,
Pulsallama,
New York Dolls,
Moebius,
Ludus,
Reuben Wilson,
Blancmange,
Arcadia,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Residents,
Bobby Sherman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Juan Atkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Starr,
The Kinks,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.