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 Cuba and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Minny Pops,
Cybotron,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Bronski Beat,
Newcleus,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sight & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Moon,
The Slits,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sixth Finger,
The Cure,
Dual Sessions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Infiniti,
Morten Harket,
D'Angelo,
Peter and Kerry,
Lower 48,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Swell Maps,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
Heaven 17,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fortunes,
Main Source,
Excepter,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
Jeff Lynne,
Ten City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siglo XX,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
The J.B.'s,
Pierre Henry,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.