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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Juan Atkins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cure,
Mark Hollis,
kango's stein massive,
Ludus,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris Corsano,
Pierre Henry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Flag,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Japan,
Cybotron,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
Zapp,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lower 48,
Yaz,
Absolute Body Control,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monks,
Outsiders,
Banda Bassotti,
Nik Kershaw,
Shoche,
Gang of Four,
The Skatalites,
D'Angelo,
Robert Görl,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moss Icon,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
Sex Pistols,
Echospace,
Ronan,
The American Breed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Don Cherry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kaleidoscope,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blake Baxter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thee Headcoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
Dual Sessions,
Glenn Branca,
cv313,
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Section 25,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.