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 Argentina and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
John Holt,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick May,
Sight & Sound,
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
La Düsseldorf,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smoke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
MC5,
Josef K,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One,
Aswad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Main Source,
Ossler,
The Remains,
U.S. Maple,
Masters at Work,
The Invisible,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Underground Resistance,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quando Quango,
Donald Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker,
Ornette Coleman,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
Cybotron,
the Slits,
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.