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 Russia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Flipper to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Severed Heads,
The Gap Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Cale,
Niagra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monolake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mantronix,
UT,
Wire,
Lou Christie,
The Blackbyrds,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
Depeche Mode,
Soul II Soul,
Freddie Wadling,
Warsaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oblivians,
Jandek,
Dawn Penn,
John Holt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Young Rascals,
Susan Cadogan,
Mo-Dettes,
Erykah Badu,
Supertramp,
Barrington Levy,
Sixth Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
KRS-One,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
Pussy Galore,
ABC,
the Swans,
Erasure,
The Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Buzzcocks,
Monks,
Sällskapet,
The Slits,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pylon,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.