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 Canada and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kaleidoscope to the punk 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scrapy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
D'Angelo,
PIL,
The Last Poets,
Jacques Brel,
These Immortal Souls,
Joey Negro,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Von Mondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Absolute Body Control,
cv313,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Selecter,
Wire,
Camouflage,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
Bob Dylan,
Ice-T,
Harry Pussy,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick May,
The Human League,
Bad Manners,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fad Gadget,
Drexciya,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
This Heat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Janne Schatter,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
Wally Richardson,
Gichy Dan,
ABBA,
Maleditus Sound,
Liliput,
MC5,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange,
Boredoms,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.