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 Argentina and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
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 spring reverb 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 Peter & Gordon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Q65,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Hood,
U.S. Maple,
Vainqueur,
Girls At Our Best!,
Livin' Joy,
The Cramps,
Sister Nancy,
The Cowsills,
Television Personalities,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Babytalk,
James White and The Blacks,
The Neon Judgement,
Tres Demented,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Chris Corsano,
Black Sheep,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gap Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris & Cosey,
Rosa Yemen,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers,
The Moody Blues,
Supertramp,
Zapp,
Panda Bear,
Todd Terry,
Byron Stingily,
Negative Approach,
Joe Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
UT,
The Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Germs,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
Jandek,
X-Ray Spex,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
Public Enemy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four,
Kool Moe Dee,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.