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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 New Order to the punk 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Motions,
Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Skatalites,
Marshall Jefferson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fugs,
Amazonics,
Silicon Teens,
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barbara Tucker,
Harmonia,
Nas,
D'Angelo,
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Saints,
The Golliwogs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Machine,
Delta 5,
The Gap Band,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Roger Hodgson,
Hardrive,
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
Quantec,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
The Fortunes,
The Misunderstood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cecil Taylor,
Lucky Dragons,
John Cale,
The Monks,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Pus,
The Victims,
Second Layer,
Erykah Badu,
The Grass Roots,
Lakeside,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.