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 Ecuador and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lungfish to the funk 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Scratch Acid,
Stiv Bators,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
K-Klass,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funkadelic,
Prince Buster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quando Quango,
Vainqueur,
Rapeman,
Masters at Work,
the Fania All-Stars,
Symarip,
Goldenarms,
Japan,
Pierre Henry,
Procol Harum,
The Cure,
Ultravox,
the Swans,
Ronan,
Swans,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Lower 48,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Darondo,
Popol Vuh,
The Golliwogs,
The Count Five,
Bill Near,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moebius,
Slick Rick,
Tres Demented,
Pylon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Average White Band,
Clear Light,
Mark Hollis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
The Names,
Accadde A,
The Real Kids,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.