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 Afghanistan and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Barry Ungar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Outsiders,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Dolphy,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
Moss Icon,
The Names,
The Buckinghams,
Aaron Thompson,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anthony Braxton,
Suburban Knight,
Dawn Penn,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Byrd,
Flipper,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Görl,
The Vogues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shoche,
Curtis Mayfield,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Mills,
Gong,
Terrestrial Tones,
Trumans Water,
This Heat,
The Happenings,
Livin' Joy,
Eurythmics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare,
Con Funk Shun,
Half Japanese,
John Foxx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
La Düsseldorf,
Tom Boy,
Silicon Teens,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.