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 Uzbekistan and from London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Interpol to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gong,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
Crime,
Technova,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DNA,
Brand Nubian,
Nico,
Quantec,
Cluster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers,
Fela Kuti,
The Standells,
The American Breed,
Metal Thangz,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Sherman,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
kango's stein massive,
Rapeman,
the Germs,
T.S.O.L.,
the Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Freddie Wadling,
AZ,
Alphaville,
Rites of Spring,
The Kinks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
MC5,
Scratch Acid,
Laurel Aitken,
Spandau Ballet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Almond,
The Fortunes,
Drexciya,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Terry,
The Fuzztones,
The Selecter,
X-102,
Bill Wells,
Faust,
Amon Düül,
Sandy B,
Jacques Brel,
Slick Rick,
Mr. Review,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.