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 Gabon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Be Bop Deluxe 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxette,
David Axelrod,
Funkadelic,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young,
Vladislav Delay,
Toni Rubio,
World's Most,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fear,
Tears for Fears,
The Skatalites,
Cheater Slicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
FM Einheit,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
JFA,
DJ Sneak,
the Human League,
The Gories,
Gang of Four,
Scratch Acid,
Absolute Body Control,
The Selecter,
DJ Style,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glenn Branca,
The Count Five,
Arthur Verocai,
the Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Germs,
Public Enemy,
Guru Guru,
48th St. Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Black Sheep,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fat Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Blancmange,
The Victims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Order,
Shuggie Otis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gregory Isaacs,
LL Cool J,
Nik Kershaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.