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 Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Black Sheep to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The American Breed,
JFA,
Kaleidoscope,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Audionom,
Sällskapet,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hoover,
Franke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cheater Slicks,
Animal Collective,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
John Cale,
Mad Mike,
David McCallum,
MDC,
The Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Duran Duran,
Gang Starr,
The Raincoats,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
AZ,
Pylon,
the Human League,
Minutemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
LL Cool J,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lakeside,
Gang of Four,
John Lydon,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neu!,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Move,
Yaz,
Boz Scaggs,
cv313,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.