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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 The New Christs 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Kurtis Blow,
Skriet,
Joe Smooth,
Make Up,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Accadde A,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barry Ungar,
Susan Cadogan,
Tim Buckley,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fugs,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young,
Jandek,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joy Division,
T. Rex,
Soulsonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Searchers,
Suicide,
The Associates,
UT,
The Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Moebius,
Popol Vuh,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delta 5,
KRS-One,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quando Quango,
Livin' Joy,
Tres Demented,
Ultravox,
Unwound,
Warsaw,
Glenn Branca,
Sparks,
Niagra,
Depeche Mode,
the Bar-Kays,
Sugar Minott,
The American Breed,
Eric Dolphy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Talk Talk,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.