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 Japan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 David Axelrod to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan 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?
Minnie Riperton,
Vainqueur,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Desert Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television Personalities,
Graham Central Station,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
Sandy B,
Flash Fearless,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
DJ Style,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echospace,
Boredoms,
Pussy Galore,
The Wake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gabor Szabo,
The Residents,
Eve St. Jones,
Technova,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Order,
Half Japanese,
ABBA,
Cymande,
EPMD,
The Toasters,
Oneida,
Nils Olav,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins,
Byron Stingily,
The Martian,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young,
The Dead C,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Symarip,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agitation Free,
Adolescents,
Radio Birdman,
Ice-T,
Joey Negro,
The Cure,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.