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 Burkina and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Carl Craig to the dance 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Moleskins,
Arab on Radar,
Ituana,
Stetsasonic,
The Saints,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Count Five,
Television Personalities,
the Swans,
Yazoo,
Arcadia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Parry Music,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Womack,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
Harmonia,
JFA,
DJ Sneak,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cymande,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Rundgren,
UT,
Das Ding,
The Moody Blues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Colin Newman,
Y Pants,
The Durutti Column,
Radio Birdman,
Khruangbin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Charles Mingus,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James White and The Blacks,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erasure,
Ohio Players,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.