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 Paraguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 The Barracudas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Jacob Miller,
the Normal,
Hashim,
Arthur Verocai,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
Cybotron,
KRS-One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalann,
DJ Style,
Tommy Roe,
Magma,
PIL,
Wally Richardson,
Delta 5,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moleskins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reagan Youth,
Symarip,
Todd Rundgren,
JFA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Letta Mbulu,
the Slits,
Fat Boys,
Harry Pussy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eddi Front,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Depeche Mode,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minnie Riperton,
Sugar Minott,
China Crisis,
ABC,
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
Flipper,
Brass Construction,
The Moody Blues,
Amazonics,
Bronski Beat,
Gichy Dan,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
FM Einheit,
Desert Stars,
the Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Das Ding,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.