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 Malawi and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Fania All-Stars to the techno 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Interpol,
The Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Japan,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Lindisfarne,
Pulsallama,
The Associates,
Scott Walker,
Marmalade,
Hashim,
Magma,
ABC,
Mars,
Young Marble Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Grey Daturas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultravox,
The Martian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C,
New Order,
Rapeman,
Erykah Badu,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Max Romeo,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Foxx,
Letta Mbulu,
Colin Newman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harry Pussy,
Youth Brigade,
The Birthday Party,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Banda Bassotti,
Soulsonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
Henry Cow,
Visage,
The Remains,
Massinfluence,
DJ Sneak,
The Mummies,
The Slits,
Ronan,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.