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 Iceland and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rekid to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang On A Can,
Eurythmics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dave Gahan,
Quando Quango,
Blossom Toes,
Make Up,
The Durutti Column,
The Standells,
Zapp,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
Wire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maurizio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Charles Mingus,
Ice-T,
Vainqueur,
X-102,
Urselle,
Magma,
Gabor Szabo,
Guru Guru,
Laurel Aitken,
Shoche,
Marvin Gaye,
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army,
Gong,
Unwound,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Yusef Lateef,
Swans,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cure,
Yazoo,
Dual Sessions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nils Olav,
Thompson Twins,
Black Bananas,
The Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Freddie Wadling,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.