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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rap 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
New Order,
Roxette,
The Pop Group,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Starr,
H. Thieme,
Model 500,
Rekid,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unwound,
Eurythmics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Isaac Hayes,
Young Marble Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nils Olav,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Niagra,
Laurel Aitken,
cv313,
Marvin Gaye,
Skriet,
Swell Maps,
Youth Brigade,
The Count Five,
June Days,
Derrick May,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grauzone,
Schoolly D,
Sparks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joyce Sims,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Evens,
Sun City Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radio Birdman,
Gong,
Lyres,
FM Einheit,
The Slackers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sarah Menescal,
Negative Approach,
Organ,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.