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 Saudi Arabia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eddi Front to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke,
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
Darondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
KRS-One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
La Düsseldorf,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bluetip,
Bobby Byrd,
Oneida,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Inner City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skaos,
The Blues Magoos,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
June Days,
Wings,
Saccharine Trust,
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Green,
Organ,
Donald Byrd,
Gong,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul II Soul,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
L. Decosne,
Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
kango's stein massive,
Ponytail,
Procol Harum,
Erykah Badu,
A Certain Ratio,
The J.B.'s,
This Heat,
Arthur Verocai,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter and Kerry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.