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 Belgium and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Pole to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Ponytail,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mandrill,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Black Dice,
Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DNA,
Josef K,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Cybotron,
The Raincoats,
Suburban Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
Popol Vuh,
Chrome,
T. Rex,
Joey Negro,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Model 500,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zero Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anthony Braxton,
The American Breed,
Whodini,
Half Japanese,
Moby Grape,
Sex Pistols,
Faraquet,
The Buckinghams,
The Red Krayola,
the Association,
Circle Jerks,
ABBA,
John Foxx,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Simply Red,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
Thompson Twins,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.