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 Zimbabwe and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Holger Czukay 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 Anthony Braxton to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Nas,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Rakim,
The Litter,
Susan Cadogan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anakelly,
K-Klass,
Ronnie Foster,
The Neon Judgement,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dark Day,
Erasure,
The Pretty Things,
Bauhaus,
Con Funk Shun,
Lucky Dragons,
Malaria!,
Funky Four + One,
The American Breed,
Livin' Joy,
Goldenarms,
Brick,
Pere Ubu,
The Zeros,
June Days,
Q and Not U,
Stiv Bators,
Surgeon,
China Crisis,
The Gladiators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lebanon Hanover,
MDC,
Barbara Tucker,
Rosa Yemen,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Darondo,
Moebius,
The Moody Blues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nils Olav,
Alphaville,
Hot Snakes,
Howard Jones,
Pylon,
Niagra,
John Lydon,
Liliput,
EPMD,
ABBA,
Gang Starr,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.