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 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Babytalk to the electroclash 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Rundgren,
Goldenarms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Almond,
The Motions,
Audionom,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Seeds,
Nico,
Negative Approach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flipper,
The Grass Roots,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
Sun City Girls,
LL Cool J,
One Last Wish,
Youth Brigade,
Dead Boys,
The Smiths,
Arcadia,
Shoche,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
Derrick May,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Moon,
The Gories,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
U.S. Maple,
Mo-Dettes,
Colin Newman,
PIL,
Whodini,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
Magma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
R.M.O.,
Wire,
Flash Fearless,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.