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 Djibouti and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris & Cosey to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
Inner City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Desert Stars,
Scrapy,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
EPMD,
Drexciya,
The Smoke,
David Bowie,
The Star Department,
The Associates,
Rapeman,
Quantec,
Q65,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Talk Talk,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Symarip,
John Foxx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
Newcleus,
Groovy Waters,
Q and Not U,
Aswad,
The Flesh Eaters,
cv313,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masters at Work,
The Durutti Column,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
Audionom,
Sarah Menescal,
Nas,
Moebius,
Urselle,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.