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 Sweden and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the electroclash 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
Make Up,
Banda Bassotti,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker,
Sonic Youth,
Infiniti,
Skarface,
Pussy Galore,
the Slits,
Nils Olav,
Gang of Four,
Minnie Riperton,
The Associates,
Unwound,
Robert Hood,
Spandau Ballet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ludus,
MDC,
Aloha Tigers,
Danielle Patucci,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
Gong,
Basic Channel,
Duran Duran,
Oneida,
Graham Central Station,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Second Layer,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
The Offenders,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smoke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Young Rascals,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxette,
Silicon Teens,
Pylon,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Terry,
Michelle Simonal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sparks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Rundgren,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.