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 Lesotho and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zapp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Teasers,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Count Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Hill,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Bar-Kays,
Organ,
Moss Icon,
Jandek,
Guru Guru,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
Deepchord,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flipper,
Tears for Fears,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radio Birdman,
The Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7,
the Germs,
Anakelly,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Star Department,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Leaves,
Underground Resistance,
48th St. Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Music Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tommy Roe,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ludus,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fortunes,
Eric Copeland,
Stiv Bators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.