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 Jordan 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the jazz 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Chris & Cosey,
Swell Maps,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Sherman,
LL Cool J,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry's Kids,
Outsiders,
Section 25,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-101,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Ituana,
The Residents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bob Dylan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
Sparks,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pole,
Siglo XX,
The Mummies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masters at Work,
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
R.M.O.,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gun Club,
Isaac Hayes,
Mission of Burma,
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
Patti Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yaz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Saccharine Trust,
Guru Guru,
Laurel Aitken,
Cybotron,
Audionom,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hashim,
Jacob Miller,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.