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 Mali and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Vogues,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Hill,
Eurythmics,
Schoolly D,
Severed Heads,
Dual Sessions,
The Fortunes,
June of 44,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liliput,
Howard Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
Don Cherry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minnie Riperton,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Saccharine Trust,
Index,
Eric Copeland,
Peter & Gordon,
Darondo,
The Stooges,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
Scion,
Brick,
The Techniques,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Depeche Mode,
Wally Richardson,
Scan 7,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Underground Resistance,
Deadbeat,
Newcleus,
DJ Sneak,
Slave,
Tubeway Army,
DNA,
Lyres,
Marvin Gaye,
Rufus Thomas,
Altered Images,
Jawbox,
The Wake,
Mark Hollis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.