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 Madagascar and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Malaria! to the dance 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gap Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-101,
Grauzone,
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Star Department,
Soulsonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spoonie Gee,
Bronski Beat,
CMW,
The Grass Roots,
Aloha Tigers,
Royal Trux,
Peter & Gordon,
Panda Bear,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang On A Can,
Harry Pussy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
Barrington Levy,
The Buckinghams,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers,
Scrapy,
Boredoms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
Nick Fraelich,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronnie Foster,
Flash Fearless,
The Toasters,
DJ Sneak,
Lightning Bolt,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smoke,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Remains,
Ohio Players,
Soul Sonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun City Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Visage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scion,
The Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.