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 Thailand and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Scientists to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
JFA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cecil Taylor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
kango's stein massive,
Rekid,
Flipper,
Eden Ahbez,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
Duran Duran,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiohead,
Nirvana,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jandek,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B,
Ken Boothe,
Lucky Dragons,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terry Callier,
New Order,
Scratch Acid,
Lyres,
Brand Nubian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lungfish,
The Gories,
Banda Bassotti,
The Searchers,
Au Pairs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donald Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moody Blues,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
Shuggie Otis,
the Normal,
The Fugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skaos,
X-102,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
the Bar-Kays,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kas Product,
June of 44,
Heaven 17,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.