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 Tuvalu 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eli Mardock to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scion,
Gong,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy Collins,
Half Japanese,
John Lydon,
Godley & Creme,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Terry,
Circle Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Chris Corsano,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cramps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joy Division,
The Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Mills,
Cluster,
Radio Birdman,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiohead,
T.S.O.L.,
The Offenders,
Dawn Penn,
Terry Callier,
PIL,
Slick Rick,
Barbara Tucker,
Japan,
Heaven 17,
New Order,
Loose Ends,
New York Dolls,
Blancmange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Accadde A,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
The Motions,
The Saints,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Red Krayola,
Moby Grape,
Maleditus Sound,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blackbyrds,
Desert Stars,
The Move,
Swans,
F. McDonald,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.