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 Dominican Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Liliput to the disco 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Bootsy Collins,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Jacques Brel,
The Monochrome Set,
Joey Negro,
Pussy Galore,
Deadbeat,
Echospace,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camouflage,
Marc Almond,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Animal Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scan 7,
Schoolly D,
Rapeman,
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultravox,
Pantaleimon,
Rufus Thomas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Juan Atkins,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
Skriet,
Pagans,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
The Raincoats,
Flipper,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
cv313,
Young Marble Giants,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brass Construction,
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Eden Ahbez,
Ludus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bronski Beat,
Steve Hackett,
The Real Kids,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.