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 Malawi and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the techno 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Tears for Fears,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ohio Players,
Althea and Donna,
The Wake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
Infiniti,
China Crisis,
U.S. Maple,
Mo-Dettes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
B.T. Express,
The Slackers,
Icehouse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q and Not U,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Lynne,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Half Japanese,
Steve Hackett,
Gastr Del Sol,
Circle Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.