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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Dorothy Ashby to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
10cc,
Rites of Spring,
Zero Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Grey Daturas,
Arcadia,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
Ultra Naté,
Hashim,
Archie Shepp,
Suicide,
Rotary Connection,
The Music Machine,
MDC,
Johnny Clarke,
The Beau Brummels,
Alton Ellis,
Shoche,
The Seeds,
ABC,
Ludus,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dave Gahan,
Moby Grape,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
FM Einheit,
Pole,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Coltrane,
X-101,
H. Thieme,
Rufus Thomas,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Saints,
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aloha Tigers,
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crime,
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
Supertramp,
Newcleus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vladislav Delay,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.