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 Peru and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bill Near to the techno 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grey Daturas,
Audionom,
The Neon Judgement,
Easy Going,
Crooked Eye,
Sister Nancy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Simply Red,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stockholm Monsters,
L. Decosne,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
One Last Wish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joy Division,
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader,
The Gap Band,
Mark Hollis,
Deepchord,
Todd Rundgren,
Intrusion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scrapy,
John Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris & Cosey,
The Divine Comedy,
Ken Boothe,
Marvin Gaye,
Crime,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Vogues,
Erykah Badu,
Mission of Burma,
Technova,
Chris Corsano,
The Real Kids,
David McCallum,
Letta Mbulu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hoover,
Excepter,
La Düsseldorf,
Piero Umiliani,
Mantronix,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.