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 Canada and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the dance 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül II,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dave Gahan,
Khruangbin,
Nico,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brand Nubian,
Carl Craig,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
Camberwell Now,
Q65,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
Mars,
New Age Steppers,
Mo-Dettes,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Bourne,
Sister Nancy,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Adolescents,
Marc Almond,
Lalann,
Alton Ellis,
The New Christs,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs,
China Crisis,
Ultra Naté,
Moss Icon,
Gang Starr,
K-Klass,
Sonic Youth,
The Fall,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Stooges,
Gregory Isaacs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Scrapy,
Cymande,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tommy Roe,
Ice-T,
The Gap Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Henry Cow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Gang Dance,
Al Stewart,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.