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 Qatar and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 MC5 to the techno 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
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,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
MC5,
Scan 7,
Donald Byrd,
Suicide,
Mark Hollis,
Josef K,
La Düsseldorf,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
Skarface,
One Last Wish,
Eddi Front,
The Cramps,
Throbbing Gristle,
cv313,
The Buckinghams,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gichy Dan,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yaz,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Hill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harmonia,
The Blackbyrds,
Schoolly D,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Leonard Cohen,
The Last Poets,
Pantaleimon,
The Star Department,
Man Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Al Stewart,
Terry Callier,
Flash Fearless,
Niagra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visage,
Crooked Eye,
Sonic Youth,
The Human League,
Section 25,
John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Connie Case,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Pulsallama,
Desert Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fela Kuti,
The Cowsills,
In Retrospect,
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.