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 Malaysia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Order to the disco 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warren Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
John Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
the Slits,
New Order,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
OOIOO,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The J.B.'s,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pulsallama,
The Sound,
Cluster,
Laurel Aitken,
The American Breed,
the Swans,
T. Rex,
Oneida,
Monolake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
China Crisis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Starr,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Janne Schatter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Charles Mingus,
Spandau Ballet,
the Association,
Swell Maps,
Ultravox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The United States of America,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
Rekid,
Unwound,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vainqueur,
Jacques Brel,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.