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 Latvia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Man Eating Sloth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
8 Eyed Spy,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-102,
Das Ding,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
Theoretical Girls,
Symarip,
The Star Department,
Fugazi,
The Velvet Underground,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed,
Vladislav Delay,
Harpers Bizarre,
Negative Approach,
Piero Umiliani,
T.S.O.L.,
Lindisfarne,
Spandau Ballet,
Alphaville,
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boogie Down Productions,
James White and The Blacks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Banda Bassotti,
Basic Channel,
The Doors,
The Tremeloes,
EPMD,
Flash Fearless,
Von Mondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Order,
Gang of Four,
Can,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brass Construction,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Schoolly D,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Rod Modell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neu!,
The Saints,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.