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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Second Layer,
Magma,
Skaos,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
New York Dolls,
Mo-Dettes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gerry Rafferty,
Archie Shepp,
Minny Pops,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter and Kerry,
A Certain Ratio,
The Birthday Party,
R.M.O.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ituana,
Arcadia,
Sexual Harrassment,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
Bronski Beat,
The Invisible,
John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Knickerbockers,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Enemy,
Vladislav Delay,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
Aaron Thompson,
Dennis Brown,
Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Wings,
Angry Samoans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Khruangbin,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
Max Romeo,
Eric Copeland,
Glenn Branca,
The Slackers,
The Detroit Cobras,
OOIOO,
Brick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick May,
John Holt,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.