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 Cape Verde and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Easy Going to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Janne Schatter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald,
Arthur Verocai,
ABBA,
Guru Guru,
Colin Newman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sparks,
Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Five Americans,
Panda Bear,
Fela Kuti,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Christie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
the Swans,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ludus,
Trumans Water,
Barbara Tucker,
These Immortal Souls,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Animal Collective,
10cc,
Organ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boredoms,
DNA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gun Club,
Fatback Band,
The Buckinghams,
Accadde A,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aural Exciters,
Eden Ahbez,
Eve St. Jones,
New York Dolls,
James White and The Blacks,
OOIOO,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eurythmics,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.