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 Pakistan and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 Gang Gang Dance 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
E-Dancer,
Mantronix,
OOIOO,
The Pretty Things,
Harmonia,
Niagra,
Guru Guru,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spandau Ballet,
Alison Limerick,
China Crisis,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
David Bowie,
UT,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barry Ungar,
Althea and Donna,
Charles Mingus,
the Human League,
Black Bananas,
Franke,
T. Rex,
Blake Baxter,
The Modern Lovers,
the Germs,
Inner City,
ABC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unwound,
Deepchord,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Swans,
The Birthday Party,
Porter Ricks,
Erykah Badu,
Y Pants,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Beau Brummels,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alice Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Starr,
Pantaleimon,
The Gun Club,
CMW,
Scrapy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.