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 Germany and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Judy Mowatt to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Steve Hackett,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pagans,
The Zeros,
Lindisfarne,
Dual Sessions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Judy Mowatt,
Marmalade,
Robert Hood,
Ludus,
Ice-T,
a-ha,
Cecil Taylor,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funky Four + One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerrie Biddell,
Guru Guru,
Chris Corsano,
Slick Rick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slits,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cluster,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quantec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Ash Ra Tempel,
48th St. Collective,
The Fugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crime,
David Bowie,
Warsaw,
Flipper,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delta 5,
Deepchord,
Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.