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 Turkey and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wally Richardson to the rap 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Trojans,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül,
Infiniti,
Maleditus Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maurizio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nico,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Normal,
Q and Not U,
The Martian,
Excepter,
The Pretty Things,
Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
AZ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scrapy,
Oblivians,
Warsaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Little Man,
Pulsallama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vainqueur,
Soul II Soul,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stiv Bators,
Silicon Teens,
World's Most,
Marshall Jefferson,
Khruangbin,
Ituana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Morten Harket,
DJ Style,
The Red Krayola,
Subhumans,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.