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 Serbia 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thompson Twins to the electroclash 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
Little Man,
Arab on Radar,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead,
Faust,
Aloha Tigers,
Scientists,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
Half Japanese,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Procol Harum,
Hashim,
Camberwell Now,
CMW,
a-ha,
The Golliwogs,
Joyce Sims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DNA,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry's Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Oblivians,
Ohio Players,
Marcia Griffiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Age Steppers,
Jandek,
Yusef Lateef,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
Vladislav Delay,
Dawn Penn,
Dead Boys,
The Leaves,
Yaz,
Q65,
Roxy Music,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
Darondo,
The Smoke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gap Band,
The Offenders,
Eddi Front,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.