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 Antigua 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Isaac Hayes,
The Techniques,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cybotron,
The Pop Group,
The Martian,
Black Moon,
Desert Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
Idris Muhammad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rekid,
Smog,
The Doors,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
Brand Nubian,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skaos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Sneak,
Quadrant,
Bill Wells,
Con Funk Shun,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Marvin Gaye,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Danielle Patucci,
Mantronix,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pretty Things,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.