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 United States and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 E-Dancer to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Graham Central Station,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quantec,
Second Layer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Pus,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Lydon,
The Cramps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare,
Masters at Work,
Curtis Mayfield,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
JFA,
Unrelated Segments,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Siglo XX,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quadrant,
Colin Newman,
Adolescents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alice Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Rundgren,
Joyce Sims,
The Misunderstood,
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Make Up,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Dead Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.