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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Howard Jones,
The Residents,
Easy Going,
The Moody Blues,
Pere Ubu,
Chris & Cosey,
Scan 7,
Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare,
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
The Smoke,
Excepter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Schoolly D,
The Zeros,
Graham Central Station,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Martian,
Youth Brigade,
Absolute Body Control,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Procol Harum,
Soul II Soul,
Zero Boys,
Skriet,
Pussy Galore,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arcadia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eve St. Jones,
Minor Threat,
Minny Pops,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Accadde A,
Ohio Players,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flash Fearless,
Oblivians,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bauhaus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pretty Things,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fuzztones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Foxx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
The Skatalites,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.