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 Ukraine and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arthur Verocai to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
Avey Tare,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Order,
Animal Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
EPMD,
Absolute Body Control,
The Seeds,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
Buzzcocks,
Negative Approach,
X-102,
Lou Christie,
the Human League,
Deepchord,
Whodini,
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gladiators,
Hot Snakes,
Fugazi,
Freddie Wadling,
Groovy Waters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quadrant,
Tubeway Army,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mandrill,
Letta Mbulu,
Hashim,
Joe Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Junior Murvin,
PIL,
Kayak,
the Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
Brass Construction,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moebius,
Stetsasonic,
Ohio Players,
kango's stein massive,
The Sound,
Sam Rivers,
a-ha,
Alphaville,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jawbox,
Inner City,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.