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 Cuba and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Fatback Band to the funk 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Youth Brigade,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
F. McDonald,
Mantronix,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harry Pussy,
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Hood,
Massinfluence,
Harmonia,
Cameo,
The Busters,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
Dennis Brown,
Black Pus,
Technova,
La Düsseldorf,
John Holt,
Bootsy Collins,
Skriet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
Sam Rivers,
The Toasters,
Section 25,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABBA,
Black Bananas,
Arthur Verocai,
Dave Gahan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Swans,
Crime,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultra Naté,
The Martian,
The Saints,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Outsiders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Supertramp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moby Grape,
E-Dancer,
Morten Harket,
Blancmange,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.