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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the techno 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
B.T. Express,
Circle Jerks,
Radiohead,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Darondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joyce Sims,
The Velvet Underground,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-102,
Lungfish,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader,
Black Moon,
Sparks,
the Association,
Whodini,
Faust,
The New Christs,
This Heat,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh,
Masters at Work,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Near,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cramps,
Thompson Twins,
China Crisis,
Howard Jones,
Zero Boys,
Jandek,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oblivians,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pylon,
Supertramp,
Brand Nubian,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685,
The Zeros,
Marshall Jefferson,
Half Japanese,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.