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 Turkey and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Sneak to the dance 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ice-T,
The Birthday Party,
Black Moon,
Suburban Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Section 25,
Gang Starr,
James White and The Blacks,
Donny Hathaway,
KRS-One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fear,
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
Nick Fraelich,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
Lucky Dragons,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
Rekid,
Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Alison Limerick,
CMW,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pierre Henry,
Lower 48,
Sound Behaviour,
Soulsonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Siglo XX,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
DNA,
the Normal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pagans,
Don Cherry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harry Pussy,
Ponytail,
Audionom,
John Foxx,
Arab on Radar,
The Associates,
Scion,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.