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 Gabon and from London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 John Holt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby,
DNA,
Ultravox,
The Index,
The Skatalites,
Neu!,
Matthew Bourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Flag,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
Ponytail,
China Crisis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Metal Thangz,
Rapeman,
Bill Near,
Rod Modell,
Marine Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Model 500,
Cymande,
Bill Wells,
Wasted Youth,
Alison Limerick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suicide,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker,
Gong,
Wolf Eyes,
The Modern Lovers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Easy Going,
Camouflage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.