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 Chile and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Steve Hackett 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Little Man,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
The Offenders,
Fear,
Monolake,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Velvet Underground,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
China Crisis,
Jeff Mills,
The United States of America,
The Motions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
Section 25,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Wyatt,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Red Krayola,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dave Gahan,
The Angels of Light,
Animal Collective,
EPMD,
Neu!,
Pole,
Lyres,
Groovy Waters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultravox,
Desert Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Absolute Body Control,
Scrapy,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Easy Going,
Boredoms,
U.S. Maple,
L. Decosne,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
Agent Orange,
Fugazi,
Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun City Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.