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 Cameroon and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the funk 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Idris Muhammad,
Cymande,
Ossler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Almond,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Moon,
Brick,
Bill Near,
The Five Americans,
Eve St. Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Lydon,
MDC,
Model 500,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Parrish,
Josef K,
Kerri Chandler,
The Knickerbockers,
Shoche,
Warsaw,
The Vogues,
E-Dancer,
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
X-102,
Rites of Spring,
Crime,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
Juan Atkins,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans,
Wally Richardson,
Pierre Henry,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Görl,
Zero Boys,
Pantytec,
Underground Resistance,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
KRS-One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minnie Riperton,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
The Monochrome Set,
Judy Mowatt,
Al Stewart,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.