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 Comoros and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Carl Craig to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
La Düsseldorf,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators,
Massinfluence,
Deakin,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
Pulsallama,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick May,
Cal Tjader,
Bush Tetras,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
The Move,
Fad Gadget,
Liliput,
the Normal,
The Knickerbockers,
Moby Grape,
Lyres,
Aloha Tigers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funky Four + One,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Christie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barry Ungar,
DNA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nik Kershaw,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
Erasure,
Motorama,
MDC,
Babytalk,
Hardrive,
Bootsy Collins,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Copeland,
Lindisfarne,
The Litter,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Bar-Kays,
Delon & Dalcan,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.