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 Kosovo 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Moby Grape to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Dead Boys,
Siglo XX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABC,
Eden Ahbez,
Kenny Larkin,
The Walker Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
JFA,
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rufus Thomas,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quadrant,
Adolescents,
Soft Machine,
The Saints,
Franke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crash Course in Science,
Arthur Verocai,
The Grass Roots,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faraquet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erasure,
Skarface,
Section 25,
Unrelated Segments,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
cv313,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camberwell Now,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Moon,
Babytalk,
the Germs,
Joe Finger,
T. Rex,
Mandrill,
Eli Mardock,
This Heat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Mars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Techniques,
Simply Red,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.