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 Nauru and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oblivians to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Raincoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Franke,
Swell Maps,
Yazoo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Albert Ayler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
Spandau Ballet,
Loose Ends,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
Soulsonic Force,
the Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Mark Hollis,
Agitation Free,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pierre Henry,
The Slackers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare,
Gang of Four,
Fat Boys,
Unwound,
Urselle,
The Red Krayola,
The Litter,
Minnie Riperton,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yusef Lateef,
Pole,
David McCallum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Sherman,
Audionom,
Slave,
Robert Görl,
Hardrive,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.