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 Ukraine and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Faraquet 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Goldenarms,
Drexciya,
Rakim,
Ossler,
Outsiders,
Gichy Dan,
Suburban Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
Delta 5,
Robert Hood,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
The Techniques,
Fad Gadget,
Laurel Aitken,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aural Exciters,
Theoretical Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pop Group,
Schoolly D,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kaleidoscope,
Sister Nancy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Make Up,
The Golliwogs,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultra Naté,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
OOIOO,
The Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang On A Can,
June Days,
Ponytail,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
Pussy Galore,
Model 500,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
H. Thieme,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
Liliput,
The Residents,
Godley & Creme,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.