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 Samoa and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sixth Finger to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crash Course in Science,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Japan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faust,
Surgeon,
Outsiders,
Morten Harket,
Franke,
John Lydon,
Susan Cadogan,
Iggy Pop,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Soft Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Mission of Burma,
The Real Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hot Snakes,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Starr,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
Arab on Radar,
Lindisfarne,
Symarip,
The Leaves,
Ludus,
In Retrospect,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Jacques Brel,
Intrusion,
Television Personalities,
Charles Mingus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Livin' Joy,
Ornette Coleman,
New Age Steppers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Music Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
Main Source,
Lungfish,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.