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 Rwanda and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Marcia Griffiths to the dance 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Görl,
Thompson Twins,
The Pop Group,
James White and The Blacks,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick May,
Newcleus,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger,
Alton Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
The Five Americans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fall,
Eden Ahbez,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül II,
Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Chrome,
Black Sheep,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reuben Wilson,
Sister Nancy,
Con Funk Shun,
John Lydon,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
KRS-One,
Can,
Erasure,
Tubeway Army,
Gichy Dan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Hood,
Altered Images,
The Modern Lovers,
Byron Stingily,
Juan Atkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sound Behaviour,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Velvet Underground,
Monolake,
The Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
The J.B.'s,
Brass Construction,
The Birthday Party,
Rapeman,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.