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 Grenada and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Lucky Dragons to the crunk 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
John Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Khruangbin,
Deakin,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Association,
One Last Wish,
Slick Rick,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Skatalites,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hardrive,
The Offenders,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
Parry Music,
The Smiths,
Ten City,
Faraquet,
Q65,
The Angels of Light,
Aural Exciters,
A Certain Ratio,
a-ha,
The Toasters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mandrill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Byron Stingily,
Junior Murvin,
Altered Images,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
New York Dolls,
The Moleskins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Youth Brigade,
Infiniti,
Urselle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Order,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Christie,
Ohio Players,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
H. Thieme,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.