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 United States 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scratch Acid to the rap 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Busters,
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
Royal Trux,
Tommy Roe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drexciya,
The Durutti Column,
Stereo Dub,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eurythmics,
Fluxion,
Bill Near,
Lucky Dragons,
L. Decosne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stiv Bators,
Josef K,
10cc,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scratch Acid,
The Evens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Divine Comedy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
Public Enemy,
T. Rex,
Cymande,
48th St. Collective,
Animal Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare,
Smog,
Mandrill,
Angry Samoans,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlback,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Misunderstood,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
Bang On A Can,
Sex Pistols,
The Moleskins,
Liliput,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terry Callier,
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.