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 San Marino and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
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 theremin 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Easy Going,
Audionom,
E-Dancer,
Panda Bear,
Inner City,
The Busters,
Neil Young,
Adolescents,
Franke,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fortunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marmalade,
Grauzone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
These Immortal Souls,
Heaven 17,
Zapp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Sam Rivers,
R.M.O.,
D'Angelo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Sandy B,
Yaz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Porter Ricks,
L. Decosne,
Crispian St. Peters,
China Crisis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tom Boy,
The Gladiators,
Eve St. Jones,
Slave,
Television,
Brothers Johnson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stetsasonic,
Donald Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terry Callier,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Green,
The Fugs,
Oneida,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Sixth Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Chris & Cosey,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.