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 Guyana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 The Golliwogs to the techno 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
E-Dancer,
Blancmange,
FM Einheit,
The Saints,
ABC,
This Heat,
Albert Ayler,
The Buckinghams,
Bad Manners,
Freddie Wadling,
Infiniti,
Michelle Simonal,
the Normal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Wyatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter & Gordon,
Rosa Yemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fluxion,
the Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cybotron,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Prunes,
The Names,
The Zeros,
Yaz,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
Mark Hollis,
Yellowson,
The Slits,
EPMD,
Rod Modell,
Connie Case,
Anthony Braxton,
CMW,
Donald Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
D'Angelo,
Maurizio,
Magazine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tom Boy,
John Cale,
Arcadia,
Dark Day,
Camouflage,
Lightning Bolt,
Faraquet,
Fat Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.