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 Mali and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Move,
Erykah Badu,
Schoolly D,
Alton Ellis,
Roxette,
Wasted Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Oblivians,
Ultravox,
Hoover,
DJ Sneak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Godley & Creme,
Gong,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Osbourne,
R.M.O.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June of 44,
The Trojans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Charles Mingus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Teasers,
FM Einheit,
John Lydon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Womack,
Grey Daturas,
The Cure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Second Layer,
The Stooges,
The Star Department,
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
Don Cherry,
Blancmange,
Radio Birdman,
Mad Mike,
L. Decosne,
Terrestrial Tones,
B.T. Express,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Leaves,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fluxion,
JFA,
Section 25,
Crash Course in Science,
Neu!,
The Golliwogs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Buzzcocks,
Jacques Brel,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.