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 Palau and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
Mo-Dettes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Moon,
Clear Light,
Wasted Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Ituana,
The Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
Junior Murvin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
10cc,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hasil Adkins,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers,
Erasure,
Spandau Ballet,
Max Romeo,
Peter and Kerry,
L. Decosne,
Public Enemy,
The Wake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
The Count Five,
The Fuzztones,
Minutemen,
Josef K,
Alice Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Trumans Water,
Peter & Gordon,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nas,
FM Einheit,
The Associates,
The Busters,
Alison Limerick,
Country Teasers,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobbi Humphrey,
kango's stein massive,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.