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 Cambodia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 The Move to the rap 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Massinfluence,
Agitation Free,
The Move,
Boredoms,
The Tremeloes,
Skriet,
Swans,
The Red Krayola,
FM Einheit,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yazoo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
Barry Ungar,
F. McDonald,
Technova,
The Names,
Deadbeat,
Mars,
Los Fastidios,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Starr,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Model 500,
Lou Christie,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Kinks,
Sandy B,
the Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thee Headcoats,
Scientists,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Selecter,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
The Velvet Underground,
X-102,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeru the Damaja,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drexciya,
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.