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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Talk Talk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
The Neon Judgement,
Henry Cow,
Oblivians,
10cc,
Scion,
Underground Resistance,
Ronnie Foster,
Faust,
The New Christs,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Desert Stars,
Pylon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flipper,
Hashim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
John Lydon,
The Happenings,
MDC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brass Construction,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Symarip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eve St. Jones,
Graham Central Station,
KRS-One,
JFA,
Amon Düül II,
Infiniti,
Idris Muhammad,
Unwound,
B.T. Express,
Main Source,
the Swans,
Moss Icon,
LL Cool J,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monolake,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tears for Fears,
The Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Pierre Henry,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.