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 Barbados and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Rapeman,
Talk Talk,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Christie,
Godley & Creme,
Das Ding,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kas Product,
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
Subhumans,
Heaven 17,
Radio Birdman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June of 44,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Foxx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiohead,
Khruangbin,
Desert Stars,
Rod Modell,
Sarah Menescal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
PIL,
Aural Exciters,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Axelrod,
Bluetip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Remains,
Alphaville,
Flipper,
The Kinks,
Neu!,
Sun Ra,
Yellowson,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mandrill,
Bill Wells,
Eli Mardock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masters at Work,
Alton Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-101,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scientists,
Spandau Ballet,
Pere Ubu,
The Divine Comedy,
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.