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 Canada and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Camberwell Now to the crunk 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Audionom,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell,
Rakim,
Motorama,
Wolf Eyes,
Grauzone,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry's Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed,
Depeche Mode,
Monks,
E-Dancer,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cowsills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pulsallama,
Pere Ubu,
Man Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Deakin,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alphaville,
June Days,
Outsiders,
Colin Newman,
John Foxx,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
Supertramp,
The Residents,
Lakeside,
Tubeway Army,
D'Angelo,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bush Tetras,
LL Cool J,
Newcleus,
the Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Cymande,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blossom Toes,
Idris Muhammad,
One Last Wish,
Lungfish,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Bourne,
The Music Machine,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.