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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Zero Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Porter Ricks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ten City,
Masters at Work,
Massinfluence,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül,
The Modern Lovers,
The Red Krayola,
Fluxion,
Hardrive,
Organ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dead Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül II,
Unwound,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Wake,
cv313,
Pussy Galore,
the Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Colin Newman,
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Erykah Badu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Talk Talk,
Harmonia,
The Leaves,
Derrick Morgan,
Mars,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roger Hodgson,
Sparks,
Robert Görl,
Pantaleimon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mr. Review,
Ronnie Foster,
Schoolly D,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Howard Jones,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.