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 Nauru and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust,
World's Most,
Stereo Dub,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Rundgren,
Lightning Bolt,
Max Romeo,
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
Marine Girls,
The Toasters,
Moby Grape,
Kerrie Biddell,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drexciya,
Laurel Aitken,
Flash Fearless,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
David Axelrod,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
New Age Steppers,
Drive Like Jehu,
FM Einheit,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
Boz Scaggs,
Pere Ubu,
Aural Exciters,
the Association,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter and Kerry,
Frankie Knuckles,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Black Dice,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Green,
Flamin' Groovies,
F. McDonald,
DJ Sneak,
Skarface,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mr. Review,
Roxy Music,
Agent Orange,
Anakelly,
Stetsasonic,
Loose Ends,
Black Sheep,
Dual Sessions,
The Alarm Clocks,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.