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 Solomon Islands and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Joensuu 1685 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Sex Pistols,
The Zeros,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monolake,
Graham Central Station,
Lungfish,
Bobby Sherman,
Quando Quango,
The Martian,
The Evens,
The Star Department,
The Five Americans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Rundgren,
Metal Thangz,
Dead Boys,
The Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Durutti Column,
Black Moon,
Cluster,
Isaac Hayes,
The New Christs,
Fela Kuti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
Wire,
Funkadelic,
Skriet,
Smog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories,
The Sound,
The Litter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spoonie Gee,
Tears for Fears,
The United States of America,
Slave,
Animal Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slick Rick,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Clarke,
Alice Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.