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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Faust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thompson Twins,
the Human League,
Slave,
Fela Kuti,
Ronan,
Lucky Dragons,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
The Golliwogs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Surgeon,
Pulsallama,
OOIOO,
Funkadelic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Patti Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalo Schifrin,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cameo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Khruangbin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The American Breed,
Qualms,
Lakeside,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Magazine,
Black Flag,
Eli Mardock,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sex Pistols,
Radio Birdman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-102,
Little Man,
Smog,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DNA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement,
Alphaville,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.