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 Japan and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rap 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
MC5,
The Dirtbombs,
Laurel Aitken,
John Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick Morgan,
Nirvana,
DJ Sneak,
The Young Rascals,
Crime,
Robert Görl,
Cecil Taylor,
Cybotron,
Second Layer,
Ludus,
Ultra Naté,
Au Pairs,
Pierre Henry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
Harmonia,
Procol Harum,
Marine Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Inner City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
Crooked Eye,
Minor Threat,
Fad Gadget,
Youth Brigade,
Black Moon,
Alice Coltrane,
The Evens,
Cheater Slicks,
New Order,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Iggy Pop,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joensuu 1685,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lucky Dragons,
Index,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Terry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quantec,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.