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 Honduras and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Janne Schatter to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
MC5,
Desert Stars,
Von Mondo,
Tim Buckley,
Iggy Pop,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
ABC,
Kenny Larkin,
Joey Negro,
Scientists,
E-Dancer,
Groovy Waters,
The Leaves,
Newcleus,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Darondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacob Miller,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
Scrapy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
Funky Four + One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
Rapeman,
Jerry's Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxette,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Depeche Mode,
Altered Images,
Half Japanese,
Tom Boy,
Clear Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faust,
Easy Going,
Aswad,
Robert Hood,
The Cure,
Kaleidoscope,
Minny Pops,
DNA,
World's Most,
Gong,
Zero Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barry Ungar,
The Divine Comedy,
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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.