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 Laos and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Model 500 to the electroclash 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Easy Going,
Bluetip,
The Count Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
Anakelly,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visage,
Derrick May,
Quantec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Fad Gadget,
Metal Thangz,
La Düsseldorf,
June Days,
The Flesh Eaters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cal Tjader,
Deakin,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Offenders,
Essential Logic,
ABBA,
Funky Four + One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shoche,
The Blackbyrds,
Rosa Yemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Music Machine,
Simply Red,
K-Klass,
James White and The Blacks,
Bronski Beat,
The Zeros,
Qualms,
Pantaleimon,
Marshall Jefferson,
DNA,
cv313,
Shuggie Otis,
Scientists,
Johnny Osbourne,
Janne Schatter,
This Heat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monolake,
Scott Walker,
Black Moon,
Arab on Radar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Motorama,
Clear Light,
Michelle Simonal,
The Trojans,
Lower 48,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.