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 Jordan 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Main Source to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Half Japanese,
John Foxx,
Robert Görl,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
The Count Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Moon,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
Ornette Coleman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Second Layer,
Michelle Simonal,
Simply Red,
Eve St. Jones,
The American Breed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fatback Band,
L. Decosne,
The Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minutemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Cale,
Moebius,
Hot Snakes,
E-Dancer,
David Axelrod,
Aloha Tigers,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Green,
Sarah Menescal,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
One Last Wish,
Kayak,
The Stooges,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.