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 Bahrain and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Peter and Kerry to the grunge 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Marine Girls,
DJ Style,
Terry Callier,
The Kinks,
Piero Umiliani,
Brick,
X-101,
the Association,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Eating Sloth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra,
Youth Brigade,
Fatback Band,
The Motions,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bronski Beat,
In Retrospect,
Fad Gadget,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Michelle Simonal,
Stereo Dub,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scan 7,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
Eddi Front,
Unwound,
Popol Vuh,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Womack,
Joensuu 1685,
Tim Buckley,
Hoover,
Sparks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funkadelic,
John Cale,
Marc Almond,
DNA,
Essential Logic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neu!,
Lungfish,
Cybotron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kevin Saunderson,
U.S. Maple,
These Immortal Souls,
Q65,
Rapeman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Velvet Underground,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.