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 Botswana and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Archie Shepp to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Selecter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Junior Murvin,
One Last Wish,
Q65,
Chris & Cosey,
LL Cool J,
Fugazi,
Symarip,
Sarah Menescal,
The Wake,
Swell Maps,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Style,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
Yazoo,
The Moleskins,
La Düsseldorf,
Franke,
Johnny Clarke,
Agitation Free,
Shuggie Otis,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donald Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hoover,
Funky Four + One,
Rod Modell,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
Neu!,
Al Stewart,
Section 25,
Goldenarms,
A Certain Ratio,
Lyres,
kango's stein massive,
Aswad,
JFA,
Cymande,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry's Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Jawbox,
Brass Construction,
Pere Ubu,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.