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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aaron Thompson to the funk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
Qualms,
Glenn Branca,
John Lydon,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
World's Most,
Swans,
Gang Green,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Organ,
Y Pants,
A Certain Ratio,
Janne Schatter,
MDC,
The J.B.'s,
Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Jawbox,
The Skatalites,
Vainqueur,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Halsall,
Radio Birdman,
The Evens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
JFA,
The Neon Judgement,
Gregory Isaacs,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Circle Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Guru Guru,
Scrapy,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fat Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerri Chandler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brand Nubian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Morten Harket,
Second Layer,
Sugar Minott,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.