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 Moldova and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Spandau Ballet to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wally Richardson,
CMW,
Sugar Minott,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Mills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blancmange,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
Lindisfarne,
Hashim,
Charles Mingus,
Fear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barbara Tucker,
The Standells,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The American Breed,
Judy Mowatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hardrive,
The Blackbyrds,
Flash Fearless,
Jandek,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Whodini,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scion,
Scratch Acid,
Mark Hollis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
L. Decosne,
Minnie Riperton,
Rekid,
Los Fastidios,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
The Fortunes,
Mandrill,
Dead Boys,
Rakim,
The New Christs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skaos,
The Moleskins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
Funky Four + One,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
Blossom Toes,
Bang On A Can,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.