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 Laos and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Ralphi Rosario to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Aural Exciters,
Groovy Waters,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
Pagans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Flipper,
Flamin' Groovies,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-102,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
Boredoms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalann,
The Dead C,
Barrington Levy,
The Saints,
Y Pants,
The American Breed,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
Black Moon,
Index,
kango's stein massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Green,
New Age Steppers,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
Albert Ayler,
Stetsasonic,
Ituana,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
Kerri Chandler,
EPMD,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Hill,
Country Teasers,
Popol Vuh,
Alison Limerick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Steve Hackett,
Jawbox,
AZ,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faust,
PIL,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gories,
The Fugs,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
The Young Rascals,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.