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 Lithuania and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Country Teasers to the rock 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
Vainqueur,
Excepter,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry's Kids,
Carl Craig,
Pylon,
U.S. Maple,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joensuu 1685,
a-ha,
Amon Düül II,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
T.S.O.L.,
Smog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Görl,
Spoonie Gee,
Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nas,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-102,
the Human League,
Hashim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
Eric Copeland,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Charles Mingus,
Theoretical Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
Gabor Szabo,
Alton Ellis,
Ohio Players,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
Altered Images,
Drexciya,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Barracudas,
The Smoke,
The Stooges,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shoche,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dead C,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pole,
Dual Sessions,
The Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ice-T,
Ituana,
The Associates,
Blossom Toes,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.