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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Eric B and Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
In Retrospect,
Buzzcocks,
John Lydon,
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
Brass Construction,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantytec,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terry Callier,
The Busters,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Certain Ratio,
Max Romeo,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang of Four,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers,
Television Personalities,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultravox,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
The Young Rascals,
Archie Shepp,
10cc,
The Invisible,
New Order,
Quadrant,
The Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gichy Dan,
Magma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nico,
Laurel Aitken,
Sound Behaviour,
Yellowson,
The Gap Band,
Fat Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
CMW,
Model 500,
The Skatalites,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonic Youth,
Vainqueur,
Sun City Girls,
Public Enemy,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.