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 Belarus and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
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 organ 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 Jeff Mills to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Roxy Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Rosa Yemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Rufus Thomas,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
The Knickerbockers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Qualms,
Chrome,
In Retrospect,
Steve Hackett,
Surgeon,
Jandek,
Pere Ubu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Germs,
Andrew Hill,
The Evens,
Man Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Bauhaus,
Freddie Wadling,
Liliput,
U.S. Maple,
Dark Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Graham Central Station,
Lower 48,
Angry Samoans,
Inner City,
Suicide,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Wake,
The Busters,
the Normal,
The Skatalites,
Drexciya,
Peter and Kerry,
Blake Baxter,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sällskapet,
The Slackers,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
Thompson Twins,
Ronan,
Loose Ends,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quadrant,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
The J.B.'s,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.