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 United Kingdom and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Litter 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Icehouse,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
Soul II Soul,
Lyres,
Dark Day,
Pantytec,
Gang of Four,
the Association,
Dead Boys,
Prince Buster,
John Lydon,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
Cybotron,
Procol Harum,
Howard Jones,
Erasure,
The Saints,
Wings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
The Litter,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
Barry Ungar,
Little Man,
Hot Snakes,
Stiv Bators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Animal Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
Anakelly,
Josef K,
Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Bowie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Angels of Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neu!,
The Barracudas,
Joy Division,
Joe Smooth,
The Martian,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Green,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Black Dice,
Dawn Penn,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.