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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Kool Moe Dee to the funk 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
DNA,
Stockholm Monsters,
L. Decosne,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Rundgren,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Germs,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
The United States of America,
Don Cherry,
Agitation Free,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rapeman,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
Swell Maps,
Lalann,
Terry Callier,
Unrelated Segments,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
Henry Cow,
Tommy Roe,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
Amon Düül II,
Pantytec,
The Human League,
Massinfluence,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Main Source,
Amon Düül,
The Fall,
Eden Ahbez,
Khruangbin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Underground Resistance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yazoo,
Delon & Dalcan,
James White and The Blacks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
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Alton Ellis,
Icehouse,
Joe Finger,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers,
Lakeside,
Fela Kuti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magazine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.