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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Bootsy Collins to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Con Funk Shun,
Motorama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott Heron,
The United States of America,
Mantronix,
Sonic Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grey Daturas,
Little Man,
The Vogues,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
Lakeside,
Pere Ubu,
Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Warren Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camberwell Now,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Motions,
the Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
The Divine Comedy,
Bluetip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Section 25,
Amon Düül,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cameo,
New York Dolls,
Youth Brigade,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Starr,
Siglo XX,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.