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 Albania and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Kas Product to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Tremeloes,
Aloha Tigers,
Monks,
The Mummies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blackbyrds,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jandek,
The New Christs,
Easy Going,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Interpol,
the Normal,
Gong,
The Associates,
John Foxx,
Bill Near,
Swans,
The Young Rascals,
China Crisis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Vogues,
Cluster,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slackers,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacob Miller,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harry Pussy,
JFA,
The J.B.'s,
Radio Birdman,
Crime,
Crooked Eye,
Sister Nancy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gladiators,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
Ice-T,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band,
The Smoke,
Mandrill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.