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 Egypt and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Tropical Tobacco to the crunk 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Josef K,
Schoolly D,
Radiohead,
Soft Machine,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
Scrapy,
Desert Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-102,
The Fuzztones,
Deakin,
Mo-Dettes,
Television,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faraquet,
The J.B.'s,
Agent Orange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Goldenarms,
Sugar Minott,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arcadia,
Au Pairs,
Al Stewart,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fall,
The Seeds,
Alphaville,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Trojans,
Derrick Morgan,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hoover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Charles Mingus,
Ken Boothe,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Certain Ratio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
The Doors,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Second Layer,
Subhumans,
Scientists,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.