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 Mexico and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
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 oboe 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 Jesper Dahlback to the techno 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Black Pus,
Funky Four + One,
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fort Wilson Riot,
This Heat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Style,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Infiniti,
Fear,
Josef K,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Angels of Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gories,
The Music Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scan 7,
Crime,
Roxette,
Can,
T. Rex,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Holt,
LL Cool J,
Joy Division,
Quadrant,
Dave Gahan,
Rakim,
The Move,
DNA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marvin Gaye,
D'Angelo,
Scion,
T.S.O.L.,
The Wake,
Audionom,
Minor Threat,
Yazoo,
Graham Central Station,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
Throbbing Gristle,
Das Ding,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marine Girls,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.