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 Thailand and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angry Samoans,
Donny Hathaway,
Minor Threat,
Kenny Larkin,
Au Pairs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Axelrod,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spandau Ballet,
The Names,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultravox,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Nas,
Dead Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
X-Ray Spex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Howard Jones,
Hoover,
Porter Ricks,
Colin Newman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dark Day,
Chris Corsano,
Minutemen,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Pussy Galore,
The Seeds,
Icehouse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
Soul II Soul,
The Index,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
Moss Icon,
Stiv Bators,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Prunes,
the Association,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Carl Craig,
Lightning Bolt,
Nils Olav,
Subhumans,
The Cramps,
Section 25,
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.