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 Germany and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Kenny Larkin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fortunes,
Infiniti,
Ornette Coleman,
EPMD,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
Magazine,
Absolute Body Control,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blancmange,
Vainqueur,
Ronan,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Piero Umiliani,
Colin Newman,
Hasil Adkins,
Camberwell Now,
Sixth Finger,
Swell Maps,
Anthony Braxton,
Aswad,
Quadrant,
T.S.O.L.,
Sugar Minott,
Lungfish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wally Richardson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Fatback Band,
The Buckinghams,
The Raincoats,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maurizio,
Eric Copeland,
The Music Machine,
Magma,
Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Andrew Hill,
The Tremeloes,
the Normal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masters at Work,
Archie Shepp,
Sound Behaviour,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry's Kids,
Porter Ricks,
The Gladiators,
Mandrill,
Average White Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.