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 Mali and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Rod Modell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
June Days,
Lungfish,
Erykah Badu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Moebius,
Deadbeat,
Oneida,
Tubeway Army,
The Durutti Column,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mark Hollis,
Neu!,
Fear,
the Association,
Minny Pops,
Cybotron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arcadia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Procol Harum,
Pantaleimon,
Idris Muhammad,
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
Desert Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Main Source,
Spandau Ballet,
Joey Negro,
Minutemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mummies,
Blake Baxter,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
World's Most,
Ossler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
In Retrospect,
Essential Logic,
Juan Atkins,
Don Cherry,
Icehouse,
Trumans Water,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.