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 Armenia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the techno 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
Moss Icon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angry Samoans,
Nirvana,
Marvin Gaye,
Bluetip,
Severed Heads,
Arab on Radar,
Agitation Free,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swell Maps,
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
Barry Ungar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach,
The Dirtbombs,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skaos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cal Tjader,
Accadde A,
Vainqueur,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül,
Pussy Galore,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Names,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Japan,
The Zeros,
Matthew Halsall,
Connie Case,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Harry Pussy,
Fela Kuti,
R.M.O.,
Alison Limerick,
Maleditus Sound,
KRS-One,
Malaria!,
Symarip,
Siglo XX,
The Cowsills,
The Remains,
Silicon Teens,
Judy Mowatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs,
Piero Umiliani,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.