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 Denmark and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Scion to the dance 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Parry Music,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
The Birthday Party,
Dark Day,
the Sonics,
T. Rex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pagans,
10cc,
Yazoo,
Black Sheep,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
Bush Tetras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cure,
The Toasters,
L. Decosne,
Mars,
Ken Boothe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Blake Baxter,
Piero Umiliani,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lucky Dragons,
Slave,
Ten City,
Peter and Kerry,
Sparks,
Oblivians,
The Velvet Underground,
David Axelrod,
Janne Schatter,
Black Bananas,
Marine Girls,
The Move,
Con Funk Shun,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brick,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronan,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
Unwound,
Neil Young,
Crash Course in Science,
Camouflage,
Excepter,
The New Christs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Royal Trux,
Curtis Mayfield,
DNA,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.