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 Czech Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 MC5 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Grey Daturas,
Rufus Thomas,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kayak,
Index,
Tommy Roe,
Nirvana,
Ludus,
Bill Near,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
Motorama,
Mission of Burma,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young,
Severed Heads,
Chris Corsano,
EPMD,
This Heat,
The Blackbyrds,
Pierre Henry,
The Divine Comedy,
Connie Case,
CMW,
Pylon,
Second Layer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw,
Fluxion,
Dave Gahan,
Charles Mingus,
Donny Hathaway,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalann,
Babytalk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Zeros,
Basic Channel,
Fat Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
JFA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bush Tetras,
Joensuu 1685,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wire,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.