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 Kiribati and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Donald Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Lightning Bolt,
Marine Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
D'Angelo,
The Gap Band,
Aural Exciters,
Basic Channel,
X-102,
Scientists,
Sparks,
Popol Vuh,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Görl,
Aswad,
The Selecter,
Lalann,
The Tremeloes,
Bluetip,
The Trojans,
Hasil Adkins,
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker,
The Knickerbockers,
Lower 48,
Todd Terry,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Starr,
Marshall Jefferson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
The Skatalites,
the Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dead Boys,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra,
Deepchord,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
Black Moon,
Brick,
The Golliwogs,
Spoonie Gee,
Pylon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dennis Brown,
FM Einheit,
The Moleskins,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.