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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kerri Chandler to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls,
Eddi Front,
Dark Day,
Nico,
Audionom,
Pole,
Rufus Thomas,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
Shoche,
The Associates,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Das Ding,
Anthony Braxton,
Rod Modell,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Sandy B,
Bobby Womack,
Hot Snakes,
the Bar-Kays,
cv313,
The Gun Club,
Con Funk Shun,
the Slits,
Kas Product,
Drexciya,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magazine,
Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Oblivians,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
Barrington Levy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Accadde A,
Morten Harket,
Y Pants,
The Mummies,
Whodini,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Basic Channel,
Hasil Adkins,
This Heat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Talk Talk,
The Barracudas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Pere Ubu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Görl,
Urselle,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Five Americans,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faust,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.