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 Guyana and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 The Tremeloes to the grime 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Misunderstood,
Mr. Review,
Bill Near,
Tres Demented,
Hashim,
Icehouse,
Camouflage,
The Fugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Monks,
Pole,
Barbara Tucker,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Sneak,
The Slackers,
Darondo,
The Happenings,
The Monochrome Set,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
The Count Five,
John Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Judy Mowatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
Barrington Levy,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
UT,
Ultravox,
Cluster,
Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Patti Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unwound,
Amazonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June Days,
Panda Bear,
Simply Red,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun City Girls,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.