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 Swaziland and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Soft Cell to the funk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gichy Dan,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Smooth,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lakeside,
The Techniques,
Crime,
Robert Görl,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
John Foxx,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
Soul II Soul,
Charles Mingus,
Shuggie Otis,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
Vladislav Delay,
Erasure,
Sparks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
Newcleus,
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
The Gories,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Idris Muhammad,
Loose Ends,
Patti Smith,
Delta 5,
Juan Atkins,
The Black Dice,
The Modern Lovers,
The Saints,
Bush Tetras,
The Young Rascals,
The Victims,
Hardrive,
Wings,
Vainqueur,
Scion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.