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 Azerbaijan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Music Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Malaria!,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
Michelle Simonal,
Marine Girls,
June Days,
Symarip,
Bobby Sherman,
Harry Pussy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cowsills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Whodini,
Vladislav Delay,
Accadde A,
Alton Ellis,
Sällskapet,
EPMD,
The Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Shoche,
Half Japanese,
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims,
The Last Poets,
Yaz,
Zero Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harmonia,
Robert Wyatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Byron Stingily,
Babytalk,
Susan Cadogan,
Minor Threat,
The Black Dice,
Ken Boothe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eurythmics,
The Birthday Party,
MC5,
John Foxx,
10cc,
Khruangbin,
Underground Resistance,
Little Man,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
The Victims,
The Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Green,
Darondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Interpol,
Camouflage,
The Divine Comedy,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.