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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Mars to the electroclash 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Oneida,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dark Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
Nico,
Thee Headcoats,
The Standells,
Tears for Fears,
The Dirtbombs,
The Walker Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
Charles Mingus,
Kayak,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
Brick,
Robert Hood,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blackbyrds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Au Pairs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül II,
Zapp,
Lalann,
Vladislav Delay,
Sällskapet,
Fluxion,
Minor Threat,
Youth Brigade,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Toni Rubio,
Outsiders,
Roxette,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxy Music,
Rod Modell,
the Slits,
X-102,
The Victims,
Stiv Bators,
Oblivians,
The Dead C,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.