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 Algeria and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fad Gadget to the dance 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Jacob Miller,
Easy Going,
Sound Behaviour,
The Victims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Remains,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marvin Gaye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
Rufus Thomas,
Mark Hollis,
UT,
Morten Harket,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABBA,
Yazoo,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
Godley & Creme,
The Toasters,
Faust,
The Cure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
The Cramps,
Kas Product,
Altered Images,
Liliput,
K-Klass,
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip,
Hashim,
Camouflage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Wyatt,
Warren Ellis,
Marine Girls,
X-101,
The Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers,
Brick,
Eric Copeland,
The Modern Lovers,
Moss Icon,
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.