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 Bulgaria and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Ludus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Detroit Cobras,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
Pussy Galore,
The Standells,
The Toasters,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
the Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers,
The Offenders,
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Schoolly D,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Sällskapet,
Maleditus Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Niagra,
The Cowsills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glenn Branca,
Lower 48,
Kas Product,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
Rekid,
The Dead C,
Bootsy Collins,
The Motions,
Surgeon,
Letta Mbulu,
Marvin Gaye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.