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 Saudi Arabia and from Houston.
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 Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Siglo XX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Second Layer,
The Blues Magoos,
Basic Channel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
Black Moon,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Hood,
Kerri Chandler,
Deepchord,
Roger Hodgson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
Von Mondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Knickerbockers,
Eli Mardock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ornette Coleman,
Slick Rick,
Bluetip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Severed Heads,
Fluxion,
The Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Rosa Yemen,
Hasil Adkins,
The Durutti Column,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Can,
Los Fastidios,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Technova,
David McCallum,
Joyce Sims,
the Slits,
Cluster,
Urselle,
Roxy Music,
Rekid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moody Blues,
The Searchers,
The Martian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Das Ding,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oneida,
Drexciya,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.