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 Kenya and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Tropical Tobacco to the disco 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
Moby Grape,
New Order,
One Last Wish,
The Moody Blues,
the Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Joey Negro,
Technova,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Ossler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funkadelic,
Crime,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radio Birdman,
Cameo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman,
the Slits,
D'Angelo,
Gang Starr,
Nirvana,
Donald Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
CMW,
Flipper,
Dual Sessions,
Q and Not U,
Vladislav Delay,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Near,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cymande,
Chrome,
Ronan,
Essential Logic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip,
Toni Rubio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul II Soul,
Marvin Gaye,
Fela Kuti,
The Remains,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Au Pairs,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
Anakelly,
Kaleidoscope,
Mandrill,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.