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 Tehran.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 a-ha 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Residents,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cluster,
Agitation Free,
Average White Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sex Pistols,
Rekid,
Aaron Thompson,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Byron Stingily,
Whodini,
Dead Boys,
The Dead C,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zapp,
Derrick Morgan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wasted Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aural Exciters,
Joensuu 1685,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hoover,
Andrew Hill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Pus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blossom Toes,
Malaria!,
Ten City,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
EPMD,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiohead,
the Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Oneida,
Scrapy,
Ice-T,
Essential Logic,
Subhumans,
Rakim,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
Marine Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reagan Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alton Ellis,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.