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 Nepal and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kas Product to the disco 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül,
Deepchord,
MDC,
Erasure,
Frankie Knuckles,
June Days,
In Retrospect,
Black Pus,
Kevin Saunderson,
LL Cool J,
Jawbox,
T.S.O.L.,
Sight & Sound,
Ronan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Sparks,
Fatback Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Invisible,
Saccharine Trust,
Maurizio,
Camberwell Now,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
Spandau Ballet,
The Names,
Fela Kuti,
Sam Rivers,
Loose Ends,
David McCallum,
Jeff Lynne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yellowson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Grass Roots,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ludus,
Yazoo,
PIL,
F. McDonald,
Desert Stars,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
The Human League,
Inner City,
the Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Technova,
Alison Limerick,
The Blackbyrds,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.