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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brass Construction to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Residents,
Roger Hodgson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blossom Toes,
Minnie Riperton,
Yazoo,
Visage,
Harry Pussy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Banda Bassotti,
D'Angelo,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Tomorrow,
a-ha,
The Grass Roots,
Girls At Our Best!,
Duran Duran,
The Standells,
F. McDonald,
Freddie Wadling,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ken Boothe,
the Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
John Lydon,
Minny Pops,
La Düsseldorf,
Joensuu 1685,
Hoover,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
Funkadelic,
Ossler,
Derrick May,
Mars,
Faust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minutemen,
Rapeman,
Nirvana,
Barclay James Harvest,
U.S. Maple,
The Mojo Men,
Bad Manners,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dead C,
The Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantytec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Junior Murvin,
In Retrospect,
Aural Exciters,
Sam Rivers,
Suburban Knight,
Cymande,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.