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 France and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Moleskins 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fad Gadget,
The Raincoats,
Alphaville,
Harry Pussy,
X-102,
Mandrill,
The Zeros,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Whodini,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight,
cv313,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
Graham Central Station,
Yazoo,
Niagra,
the Swans,
The Cowsills,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
Schoolly D,
Agent Orange,
Eve St. Jones,
Loose Ends,
Cluster,
June of 44,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep,
Half Japanese,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rapeman,
Kenny Larkin,
the Normal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Absolute Body Control,
Eurythmics,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dirtbombs,
Erasure,
Make Up,
The Wake,
Marine Girls,
Franke,
Gang Green,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amazonics,
Theoretical Girls,
The United States of America,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.