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 Fiji and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Motorama,
Pantaleimon,
10cc,
Peter and Kerry,
Davy DMX,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monks,
Liliput,
The Misunderstood,
Organ,
Anthony Braxton,
Marine Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
John Holt,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Negative Approach,
Adolescents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Names,
Colin Newman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Junior Murvin,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Smooth,
Ituana,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Human League,
Niagra,
Michelle Simonal,
the Normal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Basic Channel,
Black Pus,
The Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Subhumans,
LL Cool J,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cure,
The Litter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scan 7,
The Cowsills,
The Gun Club,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Mills,
Moss Icon,
Little Man,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.