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 Belarus and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Symarip 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Roxette,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
Outsiders,
Nas,
CMW,
Inner City,
cv313,
Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Arcadia,
The Motions,
This Heat,
June of 44,
Soulsonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barbara Tucker,
Deakin,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Five Americans,
Marine Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Albert Ayler,
The Real Kids,
Animal Collective,
Circle Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Gabor Szabo,
The Black Dice,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
Young Marble Giants,
Oneida,
Bauhaus,
Average White Band,
Lindisfarne,
Yellowson,
Dead Boys,
R.M.O.,
John Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cluster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fat Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cowsills,
The Vogues,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.