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 South Africa and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 The Alarm Clocks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultravox,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Patti Smith,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slits,
Sparks,
Rosa Yemen,
Von Mondo,
Jandek,
Ronan,
Symarip,
Country Teasers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Al Stewart,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
Deakin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
Fad Gadget,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kurtis Blow,
D'Angelo,
Quadrant,
Marshall Jefferson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ornette Coleman,
Excepter,
The Saints,
the Germs,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
Altered Images,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
Groovy Waters,
Bad Manners,
Soft Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Barbara Tucker,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.