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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Nick Fraelich to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nico,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Absolute Body Control,
Yusef Lateef,
Henry Cow,
cv313,
EPMD,
Wally Richardson,
Lindisfarne,
Ludus,
Inner City,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Saints,
Little Man,
Crime,
Jerry's Kids,
The Human League,
Joe Finger,
Mantronix,
The Sisters of Mercy,
World's Most,
Minor Threat,
Half Japanese,
Boz Scaggs,
The United States of America,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
Zero Boys,
Oneida,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faraquet,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Enemy,
Monolake,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement,
the Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Slits,
Sister Nancy,
DNA,
Loose Ends,
Scan 7,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Junior Murvin,
Cecil Taylor,
Tom Boy,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
Smog,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.