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 Estonia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Scan 7 to the funk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Ten City,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Halsall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Tommy Roe,
Danielle Patucci,
Banda Bassotti,
Scion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Saccharine Trust,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crooked Eye,
Moss Icon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aural Exciters,
Nirvana,
Absolute Body Control,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Althea and Donna,
The Five Americans,
Buzzcocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Invisible,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alton Ellis,
Pole,
Crime,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smoke,
Animal Collective,
ABBA,
Blancmange,
Scrapy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Bourne,
The Evens,
Camouflage,
Gang Green,
Michelle Simonal,
Ituana,
Kenny Larkin,
Flash Fearless,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed,
Yazoo,
Ken Boothe,
KRS-One,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Aswad,
Suburban Knight,
Lalann,
Sandy B,
The Last Poets,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.