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 Syria and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Delta 5 to the rock 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter & Gordon,
Hardrive,
Sam Rivers,
Reagan Youth,
The Moleskins,
Wolf Eyes,
Von Mondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rod Modell,
Rapeman,
Maleditus Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Surgeon,
Wally Richardson,
Fear,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs,
Unrelated Segments,
The Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stereo Dub,
Rotary Connection,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marine Girls,
Tres Demented,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sight & Sound,
Easy Going,
David Bowie,
These Immortal Souls,
R.M.O.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Tubeway Army,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Davy DMX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Arab on Radar,
JFA,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites,
The Moody Blues,
Spoonie Gee,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.