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 Tajikistan and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Youth Brigade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach 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?
Tim Buckley,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moody Blues,
Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slits,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cluster,
Wire,
This Heat,
June Days,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
June of 44,
The Residents,
Aaron Thompson,
MC5,
Swell Maps,
Bad Manners,
Gang Gang Dance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang On A Can,
Khruangbin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Leonard Cohen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wolf Eyes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Malaria!,
Sound Behaviour,
Fatback Band,
Chrome,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantytec,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Matthew Bourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Animal Collective,
Fluxion,
Adolescents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pulsallama,
Das Ding,
Brand Nubian,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.