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 Kosovo and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Aural Exciters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Barrington Levy,
Silicon Teens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maurizio,
Fugazi,
Cheater Slicks,
Easy Going,
Swans,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
Goldenarms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
L. Decosne,
Newcleus,
Public Enemy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
Nirvana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gabor Szabo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hoover,
the Swans,
Robert Görl,
Pagans,
Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hot Snakes,
Bang On A Can,
Agitation Free,
LL Cool J,
The Monks,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scion,
Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Little Man,
This Heat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Music Machine,
Symarip,
Absolute Body Control,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Style,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boredoms,
The Misunderstood,
Wings,
Susan Cadogan,
Marmalade,
The Count Five,
Hasil Adkins,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.