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 Tanzania and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Maurizio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Maleditus Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
The Standells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grey Daturas,
Bluetip,
Camouflage,
Funkadelic,
Nirvana,
Scrapy,
The Vogues,
Sight & Sound,
Index,
Al Stewart,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare,
Fear,
Slick Rick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
Make Up,
The Durutti Column,
New Order,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang On A Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Don Cherry,
Blossom Toes,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brick,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Style,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Procol Harum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aural Exciters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings,
Pantytec,
Smog,
Buzzcocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Popol Vuh,
Quadrant,
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.