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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cybotron to the crunk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalann,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sex Pistols,
The Moleskins,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
EPMD,
The Standells,
Marmalade,
Bluetip,
Joey Negro,
Intrusion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skarface,
Robert Hood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
The Kinks,
The Cure,
Joy Division,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Sherman,
Guru Guru,
AZ,
Boredoms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Bananas,
Charles Mingus,
Desert Stars,
Camouflage,
Shuggie Otis,
Nas,
Shoche,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
Audionom,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Whodini,
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
Half Japanese,
Groovy Waters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
The Offenders,
Alison Limerick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erasure,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.