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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deadbeat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cymande,
June Days,
Ken Boothe,
Quando Quango,
the Bar-Kays,
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
Guru Guru,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magazine,
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Audionom,
Dorothy Ashby,
Godley & Creme,
Minor Threat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
Procol Harum,
Lower 48,
Interpol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skriet,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
China Crisis,
Laurel Aitken,
Delta 5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Carl Craig,
Pulsallama,
Royal Trux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Desert Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Deakin,
Ronan,
Judy Mowatt,
David Bowie,
The Blackbyrds,
Eurythmics,
Smog,
Maurizio,
Ohio Players,
Sparks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Matthew Halsall,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.