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 Poland and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 The Detroit Cobras to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
10cc,
The Stooges,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dead Boys,
AZ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
the Swans,
Jacob Miller,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mr. Review,
The Music Machine,
Yellowson,
Sun City Girls,
Oblivians,
James White and The Blacks,
June of 44,
The Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
The Velvet Underground,
Erasure,
Sam Rivers,
Dawn Penn,
Duran Duran,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Sheep,
Harry Pussy,
The Moody Blues,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fortunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gories,
Outsiders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crooked Eye,
Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fugazi,
Rotary Connection,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Colin Newman,
Khruangbin,
Negative Approach,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.