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 Austria and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Depeche Mode,
Ultra Naté,
Fela Kuti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
Rapeman,
The Vogues,
Max Romeo,
Danielle Patucci,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Colin Newman,
Soulsonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sonics,
Unwound,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tim Buckley,
Skarface,
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Con Funk Shun,
Technova,
Josef K,
Bobby Sherman,
Moby Grape,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
June Days,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
the Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bob Dylan,
Pantytec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mars,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Black Dice,
Drexciya,
Interpol,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magazine,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
48th St. Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Hasil Adkins,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.