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 Australia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
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 808 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Mojo Men,
Sparks,
China Crisis,
Bluetip,
Pagans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Grey Daturas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Ponytail,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Basic Channel,
Janne Schatter,
Amazonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Can,
Television Personalities,
Hoover,
Intrusion,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yaz,
Cybotron,
Dead Boys,
This Heat,
Oneida,
The Angels of Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
Outsiders,
Aswad,
Flash Fearless,
Accadde A,
Con Funk Shun,
Barrington Levy,
Q and Not U,
Eurythmics,
Eric Copeland,
Scrapy,
the Association,
The Gladiators,
Theoretical Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grauzone,
Quadrant,
Whodini,
The Residents,
Newcleus,
Unwound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Wells,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.