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 Iran and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 CMW to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Masters at Work,
Tom Boy,
Jawbox,
Shuggie Otis,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Theoretical Girls,
June of 44,
The Saints,
Sister Nancy,
Fela Kuti,
Absolute Body Control,
The Walker Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spandau Ballet,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Urselle,
Kayak,
Sun City Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Order,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mr. Review,
the Normal,
Sound Behaviour,
Godley & Creme,
The Slackers,
The Standells,
Black Pus,
Lucky Dragons,
Siglo XX,
Country Teasers,
Brand Nubian,
Alison Limerick,
Half Japanese,
EPMD,
The Pop Group,
Unrelated Segments,
Crash Course in Science,
the Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Carl Craig,
Duran Duran,
Donald Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
The Real Kids,
Quadrant,
The Black Dice,
Terry Callier,
Newcleus,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.