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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crash Course in Science to the rap 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Angels of Light,
Darondo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
Janne Schatter,
Dennis Brown,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick May,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masters at Work,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
Massinfluence,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalann,
Severed Heads,
Lower 48,
Aaron Thompson,
Moss Icon,
Spoonie Gee,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tres Demented,
Wally Richardson,
Model 500,
Yaz,
Kas Product,
The Mojo Men,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders,
Pulsallama,
Brick,
The Real Kids,
The Mummies,
New Order,
Gang Starr,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cowsills,
Arthur Verocai,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
Clear Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
T. Rex,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.