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 Spain and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Ronnie Foster,
The Names,
The Slackers,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lyres,
Procol Harum,
Silicon Teens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Parry Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
Kurtis Blow,
The Stooges,
Desert Stars,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hoover,
The Happenings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Graham Central Station,
The Angels of Light,
Quadrant,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Enemy,
JFA,
T.S.O.L.,
Massinfluence,
Marmalade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zero Boys,
Funkadelic,
Urselle,
Roxette,
Sight & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Terry Callier,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Smooth,
Ludus,
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Near,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
Cheater Slicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Juan Atkins,
Youth Brigade,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
June Days,
The Music Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Almond,
The Raincoats,
Peter & Gordon,
LL Cool J,
Monks,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.