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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Crispy Ambulance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
LL Cool J,
Trumans Water,
Yaz,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Certain Ratio,
Buzzcocks,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick May,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Pus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June Days,
The Human League,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brass Construction,
Quadrant,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joey Negro,
Nirvana,
Quantec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette,
Babytalk,
Fad Gadget,
Maleditus Sound,
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
The Associates,
Hasil Adkins,
The Last Poets,
ABC,
The Sound,
Dead Boys,
Funky Four + One,
The Residents,
New Age Steppers,
Blancmange,
Camouflage,
Siglo XX,
Josef K,
World's Most,
Dawn Penn,
The Five Americans,
John Lydon,
Smog,
Derrick Morgan,
Lyres,
Aaron Thompson,
Negative Approach,
Shoche,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
X-102,
Rakim,
The Offenders,
Bill Near,
Ultra Naté,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.