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 Equatorial Guinea and from New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Japan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Visage,
Intrusion,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
Colin Newman,
Anakelly,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oblivians,
Gang Green,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moby Grape,
MDC,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker,
Bad Manners,
Television,
Hoover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Model 500,
Bobby Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Ronan,
Smog,
Freddie Wadling,
Goldenarms,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camouflage,
Sugar Minott,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
Cheater Slicks,
Tears for Fears,
The Birthday Party,
Rosa Yemen,
Gong,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Charles Mingus,
Nils Olav,
Bush Tetras,
Max Romeo,
FM Einheit,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Shoche,
Pere Ubu,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.