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 Samoa and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 The Black Dice to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Funkadelic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masters at Work,
Jandek,
Davy DMX,
Bauhaus,
Arthur Verocai,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
La Düsseldorf,
The Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Görl,
Gong,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
The Dead C,
The Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub,
Tres Demented,
The Moody Blues,
The Cramps,
Faraquet,
The Motions,
Visage,
The Saints,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Susan Cadogan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cure,
Television Personalities,
Darondo,
Excepter,
Average White Band,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
Minnie Riperton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Zeros,
Sandy B,
Crooked Eye,
Easy Going,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Erykah Badu,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.