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 Slovenia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispy Ambulance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
Derrick May,
FM Einheit,
X-102,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
The Sonics,
Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Moby Grape,
Brick,
Gichy Dan,
Index,
Tears for Fears,
Scrapy,
B.T. Express,
Model 500,
Basic Channel,
Todd Rundgren,
The J.B.'s,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Moebius,
Moss Icon,
Animal Collective,
The Fugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grauzone,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers,
Cybotron,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ornette Coleman,
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller,
The Index,
U.S. Maple,
Pole,
Pagans,
the Sonics,
Lakeside,
Simply Red,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scion,
Scratch Acid,
Goldenarms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
Absolute Body Control,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
Minny Pops,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Franke,
Country Teasers,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.