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 the UAE and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Kayak to the crunk 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Dorothy Ashby,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Clarke,
Liliput,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
Arthur Verocai,
Unwound,
Barry Ungar,
The Cramps,
David Axelrod,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
EPMD,
Robert Hood,
Donald Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Buzzcocks,
Arab on Radar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flipper,
Lindisfarne,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cure,
Ludus,
Eric Copeland,
Nico,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultra Naté,
Zapp,
Organ,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
Tubeway Army,
Second Layer,
MC5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Au Pairs,
Eddi Front,
Donny Hathaway,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
Gabor Szabo,
Unrelated Segments,
X-102,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fear,
Mad Mike,
Simply Red,
Chrome,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.