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 Dominica and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the disco 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlback,
June Days,
Rapeman,
Smog,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Mills,
The Golliwogs,
Radio Birdman,
The Last Poets,
Skriet,
Sixth Finger,
Carl Craig,
Thompson Twins,
Jawbox,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Starr,
The Victims,
Brass Construction,
Harmonia,
Adolescents,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fall,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
Stockholm Monsters,
Das Ding,
the Association,
ABBA,
Pantaleimon,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
Thee Headcoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
New York Dolls,
Marvin Gaye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May,
Wasted Youth,
Goldenarms,
This Heat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slackers,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
Mars,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.