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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Donald Byrd 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Depeche Mode,
cv313,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deadbeat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pagans,
Ten City,
Marmalade,
Ronnie Foster,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Charles Mingus,
The New Christs,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Smooth,
Main Source,
the Normal,
Ponytail,
The Stooges,
Derrick May,
Magma,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funky Four + One,
Blancmange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deepchord,
Maurizio,
Max Romeo,
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
Tom Boy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Malaria!,
Juan Atkins,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Mantronix,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Mills,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
Accadde A,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
Severed Heads,
K-Klass,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.