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 China and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
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 guitar 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 A Certain Ratio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Misunderstood,
Vladislav Delay,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fatback Band,
Sandy B,
Circle Jerks,
The Smiths,
Joe Smooth,
Gong,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Bananas,
Little Man,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band,
The Angels of Light,
The Smoke,
R.M.O.,
Supertramp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wally Richardson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Groovy Waters,
U.S. Maple,
The Saints,
The Blackbyrds,
Make Up,
The Fall,
Goldenarms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
Subhumans,
Monks,
D'Angelo,
Josef K,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Joey Negro,
Pagans,
B.T. Express,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fortunes,
David Axelrod,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.