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 Hungary and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Thompson Twins to the electroclash 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi 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?
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pole,
Scan 7,
Ossler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Motorama,
Faraquet,
Joe Smooth,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
The Doors,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Aaron Thompson,
The J.B.'s,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang of Four,
Letta Mbulu,
Y Pants,
The Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Deakin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul II Soul,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rotary Connection,
Depeche Mode,
B.T. Express,
Khruangbin,
Black Flag,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Divine Comedy,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Christie,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish,
F. McDonald,
Shoche,
The Selecter,
DJ Style,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
Banda Bassotti,
Alton Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Alice Coltrane,
ABBA,
Delta 5,
Terry Callier,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.