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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the jazz 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Scrapy,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
Adolescents,
The Fortunes,
Half Japanese,
Wings,
Jacob Miller,
The Gun Club,
Ten City,
U.S. Maple,
June of 44,
Suburban Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Nirvana,
Charles Mingus,
Brass Construction,
Chrome,
The Monochrome Set,
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
The Fugs,
Mars,
Pulsallama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thee Headcoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Yazoo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
Mo-Dettes,
Mantronix,
Procol Harum,
Motorama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magazine,
Danielle Patucci,
the Bar-Kays,
The Buckinghams,
Bad Manners,
New Order,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.