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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Los Fastidios to the rap 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
D'Angelo,
U.S. Maple,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
Outsiders,
The Raincoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Mills,
Negative Approach,
Byron Stingily,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dark Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fatback Band,
Loose Ends,
The Happenings,
Matthew Bourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aaron Thompson,
Crime,
The Star Department,
Nirvana,
The Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Man Eating Sloth,
Babytalk,
Goldenarms,
Sugar Minott,
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
Eve St. Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Count Five,
Moebius,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Offenders,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scion,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Lynne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.