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 Argentina and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slick Rick to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Beau Brummels,
Inner City,
The Fall,
Crash Course in Science,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Half Japanese,
Sugar Minott,
X-102,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
Quadrant,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cramps,
Au Pairs,
Lyres,
Brothers Johnson,
KRS-One,
David Bowie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quando Quango,
The Golliwogs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Parry Music,
Suicide,
Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
DNA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
Arcadia,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
Pere Ubu,
Wire,
Slick Rick,
Heaven 17,
James White and The Blacks,
Dark Day,
Eddi Front,
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Angels of Light,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
Flipper,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Christie,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Halsall,
Supertramp,
Scratch Acid,
Max Romeo,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.