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 Cuba and from Milan.
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 Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Subhumans to the punk 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Ludus,
Darondo,
June Days,
Technova,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Associates,
Arab on Radar,
Dawn Penn,
Faust,
Babytalk,
Bill Wells,
Anthony Braxton,
Clear Light,
The Fall,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yazoo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
Brick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Isaac Hayes,
Cal Tjader,
Au Pairs,
New Order,
Bronski Beat,
Ohio Players,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
The Music Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Royal Trux,
Bang On A Can,
Wally Richardson,
Thompson Twins,
Fad Gadget,
The Dead C,
Marshall Jefferson,
Motorama,
a-ha,
The Sound,
The Searchers,
Barrington Levy,
Graham Central Station,
The Leaves,
One Last Wish,
John Coltrane,
Oneida,
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
Black Moon,
Kayak,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül II,
The Offenders,
Archie Shepp,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.