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 Nauru and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Oblivians to the crunk 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
R.M.O.,
Y Pants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sex Pistols,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Model 500,
48th St. Collective,
Qualms,
Graham Central Station,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stetsasonic,
Loose Ends,
The Moleskins,
Animal Collective,
The Happenings,
Buzzcocks,
The Slackers,
Rites of Spring,
Lightning Bolt,
Intrusion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy Collins,
The Young Rascals,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Pere Ubu,
Althea and Donna,
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys,
The Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cymande,
F. McDonald,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians,
Cheater Slicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
U.S. Maple,
Slick Rick,
Tubeway Army,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Eli Mardock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slave,
The Durutti Column,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.