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 Lebanon and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Magazine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
Nick Fraelich,
the Swans,
U.S. Maple,
EPMD,
Thee Headcoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Tommy Roe,
Camberwell Now,
Josef K,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Wyatt,
The Martian,
Smog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Urselle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Axelrod,
The Star Department,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red,
The Selecter,
Ken Boothe,
Sister Nancy,
Interpol,
Susan Cadogan,
The J.B.'s,
Technova,
Franke,
Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
Joey Negro,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
Pantaleimon,
Rakim,
Connie Case,
Letta Mbulu,
Moebius,
Intrusion,
Easy Going,
This Heat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
Swell Maps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lucky Dragons,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.