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 Burkina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Qualms to the rap 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Cheater Slicks,
Average White Band,
The Pop Group,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Hashim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marvin Gaye,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacob Miller,
Eli Mardock,
Livin' Joy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Icehouse,
The Moody Blues,
The Move,
Moby Grape,
Tom Boy,
Todd Rundgren,
Trumans Water,
Gang Starr,
The Last Poets,
Moebius,
Intrusion,
Basic Channel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nik Kershaw,
Stereo Dub,
Patti Smith,
Liliput,
U.S. Maple,
Symarip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Litter,
Eric Copeland,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moss Icon,
Bauhaus,
Siglo XX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thee Headcoats,
Rapeman,
A Certain Ratio,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
Sun City Girls,
The Offenders,
Nas,
Dennis Brown,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.