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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Radio Birdman to the grime 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
Sight & Sound,
EPMD,
Moby Grape,
Minny Pops,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Foxx,
Average White Band,
The Mojo Men,
Morten Harket,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Style,
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Stetsasonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oblivians,
Black Bananas,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cybotron,
Lyres,
Reuben Wilson,
Sällskapet,
Symarip,
Nirvana,
These Immortal Souls,
June Days,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
Deepchord,
Judy Mowatt,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camberwell Now,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Pierre Henry,
Malaria!,
Anakelly,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
Slick Rick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chrome,
The Count Five,
Bang On A Can,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.