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 Finland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
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 808 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Cameo,
Theoretical Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
the Swans,
ABBA,
Fluxion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Hasil Adkins,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
The Remains,
Public Enemy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Graham Central Station,
Ossler,
The Human League,
David Bowie,
Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Copeland,
The Smoke,
Schoolly D,
Stetsasonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scan 7,
The Zeros,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
Radiopuhelimet,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mojo Men,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dual Sessions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lungfish,
Lalann,
the Association,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.