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 Senegal and from London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Peter & Gordon to the dance 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Dead Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
Ludus,
John Foxx,
The Names,
Eve St. Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Carl Craig,
Lindisfarne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Index,
Derrick May,
Crooked Eye,
Skaos,
Jeff Lynne,
The Busters,
Jerry's Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Babytalk,
Pantytec,
Gong,
The Kinks,
Sam Rivers,
Outsiders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Terry,
Procol Harum,
Clear Light,
The Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Normal,
Minny Pops,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
The Velvet Underground,
Dennis Brown,
Black Pus,
Drexciya,
Gregory Isaacs,
MDC,
Swell Maps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Green,
Bobby Byrd,
Oneida,
Freddie Wadling,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.