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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Cybotron to the grime 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cal Tjader,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiopuhelimet,
Graham Central Station,
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci,
Smog,
Judy Mowatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television,
ABC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Bourne,
Mars,
The Barracudas,
Pierre Henry,
The Star Department,
The Invisible,
The Trojans,
Don Cherry,
Cameo,
Wally Richardson,
Moebius,
Morten Harket,
Rites of Spring,
Malaria!,
Mission of Burma,
The Angels of Light,
Black Sheep,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tears for Fears,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
Royal Trux,
The Shadows of Knight,
L. Decosne,
The Music Machine,
Gang Starr,
Moby Grape,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yusef Lateef,
Brand Nubian,
Kaleidoscope,
Duran Duran,
Aural Exciters,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Pus,
Ken Boothe,
Talk Talk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wasted Youth,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.