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 Kosovo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 World's Most to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Starr,
Bauhaus,
The Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Loose Ends,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Raincoats,
Minny Pops,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
Soft Machine,
Vainqueur,
Mark Hollis,
Arab on Radar,
The Associates,
Lucky Dragons,
Scrapy,
Niagra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pierre Henry,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
The Techniques,
Rekid,
Symarip,
the Swans,
Skaos,
Pussy Galore,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
Bad Manners,
Eve St. Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Mantronix,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joensuu 1685,
ABC,
the Slits,
Eli Mardock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.