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 Tanzania and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rapeman to the crunk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
The Last Poets,
Tres Demented,
Black Moon,
Liliput,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
The Gladiators,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
Infiniti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magazine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
The Index,
Outsiders,
The Angels of Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Groovy Waters,
New York Dolls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shoche,
Steve Hackett,
Gabor Szabo,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
David Axelrod,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sällskapet,
Excepter,
Surgeon,
Television Personalities,
John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Busters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Starr,
Country Teasers,
Tommy Roe,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ludus,
Pylon,
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
Anthony Braxton,
Scan 7,
Gang Green,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.