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 Czech Republic and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pierre Henry,
48th St. Collective,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fear,
Thee Headcoats,
Masters at Work,
Ultra Naté,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dirtbombs,
New Order,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Moebius,
The Red Krayola,
Simply Red,
Girls At Our Best!,
Interpol,
Marmalade,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Martian,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mojo Men,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Wells,
KRS-One,
Davy DMX,
Scan 7,
Buzzcocks,
Deadbeat,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Second Layer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mantronix,
Lyres,
Erykah Badu,
Tommy Roe,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Basic Channel,
FM Einheit,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers,
The Motions,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
Infiniti,
Kayak,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.