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 Greece and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Moleskins to the punk 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Intrusion,
Motorama,
Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bob Dylan,
Talk Talk,
Derrick May,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scan 7,
Andrew Hill,
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kas Product,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
Q65,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Litter,
Zapp,
Avey Tare,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
John Holt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Ralphi Rosario,
MDC,
The Red Krayola,
Yazoo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Victims,
Erykah Badu,
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne,
Moby Grape,
Scion,
Neu!,
The Toasters,
Y Pants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Aural Exciters,
48th St. Collective,
Warren Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anthony Braxton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Rundgren,
Pierre Henry,
Newcleus,
Joe Smooth,
CMW,
Moss Icon,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.