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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 UT to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mo-Dettes,
Radio Birdman,
Morten Harket,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delta 5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Zapp,
The Angels of Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Green,
Section 25,
Cymande,
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
The Happenings,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Buckinghams,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dark Day,
Flash Fearless,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Arcadia,
Ronnie Foster,
Swans,
Don Cherry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Niagra,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
The Busters,
Roxette,
The Blackbyrds,
L. Decosne,
Yusef Lateef,
Royal Trux,
The Names,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
Desert Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Saints,
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
Deakin,
Spandau Ballet,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.