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 Madagascar and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Donald Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move 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?
Inner City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heaven 17,
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tim Buckley,
The Count Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
The Slits,
Sparks,
Circle Jerks,
John Cale,
The Motions,
Mark Hollis,
Rakim,
The Cramps,
The Buckinghams,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
The Busters,
A Certain Ratio,
This Heat,
New Order,
PIL,
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Banda Bassotti,
Fat Boys,
The Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
Ludus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy,
Nico,
Royal Trux,
Darondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
Khruangbin,
Rites of Spring,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marcia Griffiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
UT,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.