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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Sunsets and Hearts 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Lyres,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
The Wake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
Gichy Dan,
Vladislav Delay,
Grey Daturas,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
The Cure,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Teasers,
Crooked Eye,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABBA,
Tommy Roe,
Reagan Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fatback Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Spoonie Gee,
Toni Rubio,
Laurel Aitken,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter and Kerry,
Little Man,
The Leaves,
Main Source,
the Fania All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Oneida,
Duran Duran,
Sugar Minott,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
The Durutti Column,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ken Boothe,
The Barracudas,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moebius,
Nico,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
Sparks,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.