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 India and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Silicon Teens to the funk 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy Collins,
Television Personalities,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Infiniti,
Zapp,
Ponytail,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fugazi,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cymande,
Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reuben Wilson,
Anakelly,
One Last Wish,
Delta 5,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
New Age Steppers,
Hashim,
The Gun Club,
Blake Baxter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wasted Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Tremeloes,
Little Man,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Das Ding,
Mark Hollis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
Fluxion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Intrusion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Nik Kershaw,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angry Samoans,
The Doors,
Quando Quango,
Gang of Four,
Nick Fraelich,
Television,
The Martian,
Clear Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.