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 Vanuatu and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Doobie Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Deakin,
Peter and Kerry,
Pierre Henry,
Dual Sessions,
the Association,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Toni Rubio,
The Leaves,
Joe Finger,
The Zeros,
Hashim,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
Grauzone,
Livin' Joy,
Theoretical Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boz Scaggs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blackbyrds,
Stetsasonic,
The Victims,
T. Rex,
Connie Case,
Cecil Taylor,
Newcleus,
The Gap Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
OOIOO,
Symarip,
Average White Band,
The Misunderstood,
Boredoms,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Fat Boys,
CMW,
Andrew Hill,
The Slackers,
Technova,
Zapp,
Erasure,
Darondo,
D'Angelo,
Siglo XX,
Mad Mike,
Ohio Players,
Moss Icon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sound,
Wings,
Fatback Band,
The Gladiators,
Terry Callier,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.