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 Belgium and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grunge 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Godley & Creme,
New Order,
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
Jacob Miller,
Television,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Colin Newman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Cale,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
Section 25,
H. Thieme,
Angry Samoans,
World's Most,
Josef K,
Sällskapet,
Japan,
Subhumans,
Loose Ends,
The Angels of Light,
Ken Boothe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deadbeat,
Rapeman,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doors,
Panda Bear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Hood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Average White Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
Pylon,
Derrick May,
Easy Going,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Invisible,
Letta Mbulu,
Barry Ungar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Morten Harket,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pole,
Brick,
Royal Trux,
FM Einheit,
Slave,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Teasers,
Boredoms,
The Fugs,
Public Enemy,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.