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 Cameroon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Reuben Wilson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Golliwogs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Suburban Knight,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pulsallama,
Ohio Players,
Cymande,
The Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mojo Men,
the Sonics,
Inner City,
Amazonics,
John Holt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Green,
Procol Harum,
the Association,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
Shoche,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nik Kershaw,
Sam Rivers,
Ludus,
Flipper,
Ronan,
the Bar-Kays,
Slick Rick,
Dennis Brown,
Japan,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
D'Angelo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
AZ,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-102,
Eric Copeland,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.