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 Malawi and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gichy Dan to the rap 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 grime 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Adolescents,
The Happenings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maurizio,
The Sound,
Scott Walker,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
Scion,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gladiators,
The Gap Band,
The Evens,
The Remains,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Infiniti,
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
Yellowson,
World's Most,
Minutemen,
The Invisible,
Goldenarms,
Visage,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantytec,
Harmonia,
R.M.O.,
Archie Shepp,
Supertramp,
Sugar Minott,
Kenny Larkin,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Y Pants,
Rites of Spring,
Fat Boys,
Faust,
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan,
June of 44,
Popol Vuh,
Black Sheep,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.