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 China and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Pole to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Subhumans,
The Dead C,
The Fugs,
Au Pairs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Index,
Joe Smooth,
The American Breed,
Radiopuhelimet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Ludus,
Basic Channel,
Josef K,
Duran Duran,
Television,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Pus,
Slave,
the Association,
Excepter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Charles Mingus,
The Fuzztones,
Amazonics,
Fela Kuti,
Boz Scaggs,
Niagra,
China Crisis,
Popol Vuh,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
Rod Modell,
Tommy Roe,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Wake,
The Golliwogs,
John Foxx,
DNA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barrington Levy,
Arab on Radar,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Womack,
JFA,
Brand Nubian,
Banda Bassotti,
Rotary Connection,
Fad Gadget,
Eden Ahbez,
Harpers Bizarre,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.