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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Eurythmics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agitation Free,
Judy Mowatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fugs,
Blancmange,
Howard Jones,
The Trojans,
Swell Maps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Technova,
The Happenings,
Laurel Aitken,
T.S.O.L.,
Marmalade,
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mojo Men,
Masters at Work,
Second Layer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Simply Red,
Basic Channel,
Yusef Lateef,
Massinfluence,
The Birthday Party,
Bronski Beat,
Jawbox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cecil Taylor,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
Ultra Naté,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television,
Boz Scaggs,
Sandy B,
Sixth Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
The Walker Brothers,
the Association,
Hardrive,
Siglo XX,
The Cramps,
The Martian,
These Immortal Souls,
Freddie Wadling,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Leaves,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Finger,
Index,
The Five Americans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moby Grape,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Cymande,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.