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 Belize and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Das Ding to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Lindisfarne,
Deepchord,
Anakelly,
Sound Behaviour,
Stereo Dub,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Bourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
10cc,
The Stooges,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Panda Bear,
The Victims,
Mo-Dettes,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
World's Most,
Moebius,
Alphaville,
Parry Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Unwound,
H. Thieme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Niagra,
Television,
John Lydon,
Pylon,
Urselle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
Joy Division,
DJ Style,
The Five Americans,
Model 500,
Ornette Coleman,
Rod Modell,
Icehouse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Kurtis Blow,
Saccharine Trust,
Wally Richardson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Frankie Knuckles,
Graham Central Station,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slackers,
This Heat,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.