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 Eritrea and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 MDC to the crunk 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
World's Most,
Organ,
The Fugs,
Rekid,
Buzzcocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Wells,
Harmonia,
Nik Kershaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Oneida,
Hoover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stereo Dub,
Young Marble Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Youth Brigade,
Brass Construction,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
H. Thieme,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warren Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop,
John Lydon,
Camouflage,
Scrapy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maleditus Sound,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moody Blues,
Lucky Dragons,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Görl,
The Mummies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barbara Tucker,
UT,
ABBA,
The Red Krayola,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman,
Duran Duran,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.