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 Poland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Aural Exciters to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Real Kids,
Deakin,
The Saints,
Bootsy Collins,
Don Cherry,
The Dead C,
Absolute Body Control,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Danielle Patucci,
Prince Buster,
a-ha,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Dolphy,
Flipper,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yellowson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerri Chandler,
Smog,
Stockholm Monsters,
CMW,
Average White Band,
the Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Carl Craig,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Christie,
Byron Stingily,
Henry Cow,
Heaven 17,
World's Most,
Porter Ricks,
Blancmange,
DNA,
Pere Ubu,
Ronnie Foster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drexciya,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The United States of America,
Harmonia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Young Rascals,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare,
Marmalade,
The Grass Roots,
the Germs,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.