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 Kuwait and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Organ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Susan Cadogan,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Bourne,
Don Cherry,
Yazoo,
AZ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
the Germs,
Carl Craig,
Drexciya,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barbara Tucker,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang On A Can,
Ossler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Gang Dance,
Godley & Creme,
The Barracudas,
Joyce Sims,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Symarip,
Byron Stingily,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick May,
PIL,
Zero Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Pantytec,
Ultra Naté,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra,
Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
In Retrospect,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mars,
John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.