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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marine Girls to the disco 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Franke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Severed Heads,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Pus,
In Retrospect,
Spoonie Gee,
Malaria!,
Model 500,
Brick,
Joyce Sims,
cv313,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
Darondo,
Scratch Acid,
The J.B.'s,
Scrapy,
Altered Images,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shoche,
Gang of Four,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slackers,
Das Ding,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dennis Brown,
Delta 5,
David McCallum,
The Tremeloes,
Agent Orange,
Underground Resistance,
Ronnie Foster,
Newcleus,
Todd Terry,
Funkadelic,
The Vogues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young,
Camberwell Now,
The Searchers,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.