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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronnie Foster 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joy Division,
Stiv Bators,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
Q and Not U,
Schoolly D,
Skaos,
MC5,
the Normal,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
Minnie Riperton,
The Stooges,
Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drexciya,
Scrapy,
The New Christs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yazoo,
Ultravox,
Shoche,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Buckinghams,
Eve St. Jones,
Crime,
Altered Images,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gun Club,
John Holt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marmalade,
Delta 5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visage,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
the Slits,
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
A Certain Ratio,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donny Hathaway,
Judy Mowatt,
Ossler,
The Skatalites,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
X-102,
Spandau Ballet,
The Red Krayola,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.