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 Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Kerrie Biddell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
John Foxx,
Trumans Water,
Joey Negro,
The Selecter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Morten Harket,
Ronnie Foster,
The Vogues,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Misunderstood,
The Smoke,
Roger Hodgson,
Mandrill,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cramps,
Technova,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slackers,
Radio Birdman,
Ten City,
Minnie Riperton,
The Index,
Joensuu 1685,
Yaz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mars,
The Kinks,
Black Flag,
Rufus Thomas,
Loose Ends,
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Darondo,
Sandy B,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crime,
DJ Sneak,
Black Pus,
Rekid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eddi Front,
Nik Kershaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Blancmange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.