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 Israel and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Collins to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
La Düsseldorf,
Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Loose Ends,
Anakelly,
Con Funk Shun,
Symarip,
the Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Skatalites,
New Order,
Ultravox,
Thompson Twins,
The Monochrome Set,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Hill,
Warsaw,
Deadbeat,
Rosa Yemen,
Second Layer,
John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reagan Youth,
Q and Not U,
The Modern Lovers,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
Silicon Teens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Green,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Whodini,
K-Klass,
Oneida,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Qualms,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Wyatt,
Franke,
JFA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Fat Boys,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers,
David Bowie,
Rakim,
Alphaville,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wasted Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.