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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Howard Jones to the punk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gichy Dan,
Unwound,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Bananas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
Shuggie Otis,
Rotary Connection,
X-Ray Spex,
Rakim,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
The Mummies,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Iggy Pop,
Carl Craig,
Marmalade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Second Layer,
Blancmange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young,
Fluxion,
Leonard Cohen,
Main Source,
Chris & Cosey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
cv313,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronan,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Pus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arthur Verocai,
Shoche,
Joe Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flipper,
Crooked Eye,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Style,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.