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 Mexico and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grauzone to the punk 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
U.S. Maple,
Shuggie Otis,
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
Toni Rubio,
Joensuu 1685,
Marvin Gaye,
Scientists,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vainqueur,
Zero Boys,
The Last Poets,
Jacob Miller,
Goldenarms,
World's Most,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed,
Deakin,
the Slits,
Bauhaus,
Boredoms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
The Index,
The Real Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Al Stewart,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
DJ Style,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sällskapet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Birthday Party,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Symarip,
Carl Craig,
The Moody Blues,
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers,
The Associates,
Mandrill,
David Bowie,
Severed Heads,
Nico,
Country Teasers,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.