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 Jordan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Excepter to the funk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Green,
Smog,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drexciya,
Marine Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ludus,
Eurythmics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Procol Harum,
Moss Icon,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Golliwogs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Parry Music,
The Star Department,
These Immortal Souls,
Cameo,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gap Band,
Fluxion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
Black Sheep,
Barrington Levy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q and Not U,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gong,
Stiv Bators,
The Velvet Underground,
Alphaville,
Moebius,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Residents,
Surgeon,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonic Youth,
Slave,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.