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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Donald Byrd to the electroclash 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unwound,
Robert Görl,
Television,
Neu!,
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill,
Crime,
Eric Dolphy,
Judy Mowatt,
Barrington Levy,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick May,
Moebius,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun City Girls,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott Heron,
Parry Music,
Moby Grape,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
Scion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fall,
Nico,
Kurtis Blow,
ABC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Half Japanese,
Davy DMX,
Heaven 17,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
Circle Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pop Group,
Fela Kuti,
UT,
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
Sex Pistols,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.