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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill,
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Maleditus Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hashim,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed,
Lyres,
The Fuzztones,
Ituana,
Suicide,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yazoo,
Albert Ayler,
Sound Behaviour,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kayak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heaven 17,
Wasted Youth,
Deadbeat,
Amazonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cluster,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ludus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Urselle,
Public Enemy,
Soft Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Barracudas,
Roxette,
Fad Gadget,
Absolute Body Control,
June Days,
Desert Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Agitation Free,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols,
Shoche,
The J.B.'s,
The Sound,
Los Fastidios,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.