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 Guinea and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Silicon Teens to the punk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dead Boys,
Section 25,
Sugar Minott,
Slick Rick,
Bad Manners,
the Slits,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef,
Jawbox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Kinks,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
Marmalade,
Animal Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler,
The Human League,
Wire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Martian,
Brothers Johnson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Babytalk,
Faraquet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Bronski Beat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
The Toasters,
Boz Scaggs,
Theoretical Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moby Grape,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
The Cowsills,
AZ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MDC,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.