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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Moebius to the funk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Black Moon,
Roxy Music,
Mark Hollis,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
Severed Heads,
The Fugs,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kas Product,
Gichy Dan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moody Blues,
The Wake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Excepter,
Brand Nubian,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
Fear,
Sandy B,
Mandrill,
The Associates,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June of 44,
Buzzcocks,
Black Sheep,
Bush Tetras,
The Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
the Swans,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Zero Boys,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sixth Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ken Boothe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
Q65,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.