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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Cybotron to the funk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Bar-Kays,
Al Stewart,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonic Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
John Foxx,
Josef K,
The Names,
David McCallum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
The Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mantronix,
Television Personalities,
The Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gong,
Black Moon,
Tomorrow,
Nas,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxette,
Sparks,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
ABBA,
Adolescents,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantytec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doors,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lindisfarne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
Scrapy,
Section 25,
Suicide,
AZ,
Symarip,
Althea and Donna,
JFA,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Leaves,
F. McDonald,
The Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.