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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Derrick Morgan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mission of Burma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
CMW,
Traffic Nightmare,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground,
Harry Pussy,
Cluster,
The Monochrome Set,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aaron Thompson,
The Vogues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magma,
Steve Hackett,
Blossom Toes,
Ultimate Spinach,
June of 44,
The Fuzztones,
Gang of Four,
Model 500,
Interpol,
The Motions,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Con Funk Shun,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
The Gun Club,
Audionom,
Symarip,
The Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Lindisfarne,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zero Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-Ray Spex,
Los Fastidios,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Cymande,
Sam Rivers,
Dual Sessions,
Magazine,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alice Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
a-ha,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.