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 Cuba and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Golliwogs to the funk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Scan 7,
The Moody Blues,
Grauzone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mummies,
Lou Christie,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacob Miller,
The Gap Band,
Camouflage,
Silicon Teens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Certain Ratio,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
Freddie Wadling,
Flash Fearless,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris & Cosey,
MDC,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Mills,
Jawbox,
Eric Copeland,
Mantronix,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Wells,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
B.T. Express,
The J.B.'s,
Tears for Fears,
Sugar Minott,
Au Pairs,
Model 500,
Skarface,
The Smoke,
Swans,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare,
Talk Talk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Index,
Main Source,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
Ludus,
the Slits,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.