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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Ultravox to the dance 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near 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 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Near,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Easy Going,
Moebius,
Con Funk Shun,
T. Rex,
John Holt,
Excepter,
Sun City Girls,
Henry Cow,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Offenders,
Liliput,
Japan,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Sherman,
Alison Limerick,
Blossom Toes,
Ultravox,
Aswad,
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
JFA,
The Star Department,
Howard Jones,
the Normal,
Khruangbin,
Sound Behaviour,
Zero Boys,
Man Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Massinfluence,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Erasure,
Neu!,
Terrestrial Tones,
E-Dancer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nico,
KRS-One,
Tubeway Army,
Section 25,
Inner City,
Slick Rick,
Scion,
ABBA,
The Barracudas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funkadelic,
Terry Callier,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.