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 Indonesia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Accadde A to the grunge 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Kas Product,
Angry Samoans,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
Brand Nubian,
The Beau Brummels,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Sheep,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crime,
Audionom,
The Smoke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Royal Trux,
Morten Harket,
Todd Rundgren,
In Retrospect,
Man Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Freddie Wadling,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moody Blues,
Connie Case,
The Black Dice,
The Move,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Smooth,
CMW,
Pussy Galore,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Music Machine,
Lindisfarne,
The Slackers,
Black Flag,
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
AZ,
Wings,
Circle Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Scan 7,
Public Enemy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fat Boys,
New Age Steppers,
The Techniques,
Subhumans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drexciya,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.