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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Velvet Underground to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerri Chandler,
EPMD,
Liliput,
New Age Steppers,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
Pole,
The Blackbyrds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sight & Sound,
Model 500,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hashim,
Cybotron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Christie,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aswad,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Brothers Johnson,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sex Pistols,
Thee Headcoats,
Fatback Band,
Deakin,
Chrome,
the Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Morten Harket,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas,
Prince Buster,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian,
Judy Mowatt,
Scientists,
La Düsseldorf,
X-Ray Spex,
Section 25,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Rundgren,
Kaleidoscope,
Index,
Juan Atkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic,
The Birthday Party,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.