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 Brunei and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Ponytail to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
Magazine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lungfish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
The Kinks,
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
Suburban Knight,
Hashim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arcadia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter and Kerry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moody Blues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
John Foxx,
Todd Terry,
June of 44,
Interpol,
John Holt,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Flag,
Adolescents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angry Samoans,
Malaria!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fatback Band,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joy Division,
David Bowie,
Matthew Halsall,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young,
Zero Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Altered Images,
Ossler,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.