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 Suriname and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Panda Bear to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
James White and The Blacks,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Scan 7,
Neil Young,
Rites of Spring,
Black Bananas,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sam Rivers,
Outsiders,
the Swans,
Q and Not U,
The Blackbyrds,
Grey Daturas,
The Happenings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Sällskapet,
Funky Four + One,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erasure,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Index,
Avey Tare,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Lydon,
Boogie Down Productions,
48th St. Collective,
The Skatalites,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Durutti Column,
the Human League,
David Bowie,
Siglo XX,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacob Miller,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
Depeche Mode,
Mr. Review,
Porter Ricks,
L. Decosne,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.