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 Argentina and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Fraelich to the dance 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Flag,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Searchers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
48th St. Collective,
Supertramp,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Star Department,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Mills,
Letta Mbulu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bluetip,
Connie Case,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
Swell Maps,
Sugar Minott,
China Crisis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yazoo,
June of 44,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Au Pairs,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Aural Exciters,
Sound Behaviour,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
Main Source,
Cal Tjader,
Jacob Miller,
Barclay James Harvest,
Don Cherry,
Kaleidoscope,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Halsall,
The American Breed,
Radiohead,
Todd Terry,
New Order,
Dorothy Ashby,
Carl Craig,
MDC,
Das Ding,
Lower 48,
Morten Harket,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Steve Hackett,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.