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 Belize and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Drexciya,
Slave,
The Doobie Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Evens,
Skarface,
Con Funk Shun,
The Index,
The Barracudas,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
Trumans Water,
Siglo XX,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
The Fugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Subhumans,
Lower 48,
Icehouse,
Gang Green,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
Masters at Work,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
Barry Ungar,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
Arcadia,
Dave Gahan,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
Wasted Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Black Dice,
Ten City,
Marvin Gaye,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.