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 Venezuela and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Mad Mike to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Junior Murvin,
Royal Trux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Freddie Wadling,
Angry Samoans,
Fela Kuti,
Pierre Henry,
Inner City,
Al Stewart,
Josef K,
Bob Dylan,
Hardrive,
Los Fastidios,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Janne Schatter,
Porter Ricks,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ice-T,
Scrapy,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pole,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
The Five Americans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Connie Case,
Yusef Lateef,
Quantec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
The Moody Blues,
The Litter,
Marmalade,
The Trojans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television Personalities,
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gladiators,
Sugar Minott,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick Morgan,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
Masters at Work,
The Saints,
Reuben Wilson,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lower 48,
Neu!,
cv313,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.