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 Singapore and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quantec to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Deepchord,
Aural Exciters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
Sister Nancy,
Slick Rick,
Alphaville,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mad Mike,
Porter Ricks,
Byron Stingily,
Depeche Mode,
Thee Headcoats,
The Searchers,
New Age Steppers,
Ituana,
Popol Vuh,
The Fuzztones,
Smog,
Aswad,
Basic Channel,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
The Gories,
Neu!,
Jerry's Kids,
John Foxx,
Zapp,
These Immortal Souls,
Bauhaus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barry Ungar,
Shoche,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Mills,
Scrapy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Organ,
Pierre Henry,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Scion,
The Angels of Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Tubeway Army,
Television Personalities,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Infiniti,
Aloha Tigers,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.