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 Palau and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Drexciya to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mad Mike,
Oneida,
Ice-T,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Davy DMX,
U.S. Maple,
Scratch Acid,
Iggy Pop,
Josef K,
Reuben Wilson,
Moebius,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tubeway Army,
Bronski Beat,
Pylon,
a-ha,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donald Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Archie Shepp,
Michelle Simonal,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Parrish,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
Warren Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt,
the Human League,
MC5,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
John Holt,
OOIOO,
Mandrill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rod Modell,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABBA,
The Divine Comedy,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.