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 Germany and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Minutemen,
Howard Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Bush Tetras,
June Days,
Pierre Henry,
Lower 48,
Marcia Griffiths,
Iggy Pop,
Rekid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aaron Thompson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
One Last Wish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter and Kerry,
The Remains,
the Germs,
Maurizio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skaos,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monolake,
The Skatalites,
Q and Not U,
Boz Scaggs,
48th St. Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
Slick Rick,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gun Club,
Crooked Eye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Trumans Water,
Newcleus,
The Grass Roots,
Shoche,
Brothers Johnson,
Roger Hodgson,
The Knickerbockers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Los Fastidios,
The Leaves,
The Last Poets,
Stereo Dub,
Henry Cow,
In Retrospect,
Ultra Naté,
Banda Bassotti,
Archie Shepp,
Anakelly,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
Ossler,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.