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 Kenya and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 The Durutti Column to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
the Association,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mark Hollis,
OOIOO,
The Searchers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Swell Maps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
Little Man,
Stiv Bators,
The Gories,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Au Pairs,
Magazine,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
Blossom Toes,
Blake Baxter,
Gang of Four,
Yazoo,
Hot Snakes,
Ultra Naté,
The Martian,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Happenings,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Aural Exciters,
X-102,
Make Up,
Guru Guru,
Shuggie Otis,
The Techniques,
June of 44,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Motions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
Rotary Connection,
This Heat,
T.S.O.L.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.