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 Poland and from Glasgow.
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 Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 Pylon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Mr. Review,
New York Dolls,
Youth Brigade,
The Red Krayola,
Graham Central Station,
Gong,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Pus,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers,
AZ,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fall,
Sight & Sound,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
New Age Steppers,
The Golliwogs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quadrant,
K-Klass,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Intrusion,
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
Young Marble Giants,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
Althea and Donna,
Gregory Isaacs,
Josef K,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
Sixth Finger,
Television,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
Schoolly D,
Liliput,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.