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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grunge 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Near,
Silicon Teens,
The Happenings,
L. Decosne,
Davy DMX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bluetip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Intrusion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tubeway Army,
Harmonia,
The Young Rascals,
Sight & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Loose Ends,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
the Human League,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mandrill,
Mars,
Johnny Clarke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fortunes,
Ronan,
The Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marine Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
the Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Underground Resistance,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jawbox,
cv313,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stetsasonic,
Hoover,
Skriet,
The Toasters,
Arthur Verocai,
Godley & Creme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kayak,
The Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cymande,
Von Mondo,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.