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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Zapp,
The United States of America,
Fear,
Slick Rick,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers,
DNA,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
Eric Dolphy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Angels of Light,
Connie Case,
Letta Mbulu,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stetsasonic,
Cybotron,
The Modern Lovers,
This Heat,
The Mummies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
Byron Stingily,
Mars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mr. Review,
DJ Sneak,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Mills,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris & Cosey,
Wasted Youth,
Colin Newman,
Gang Gang Dance,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moby Grape,
Circle Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arab on Radar,
Alphaville,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dark Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Organ,
Radiohead,
Soul II Soul,
Godley & Creme,
48th St. Collective,
Agent Orange,
Graham Central Station,
Sight & Sound,
Unwound,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.