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 Korea South 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agent Orange to the rap 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rufus Thomas,
Dennis Brown,
Motorama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cure,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Marvin Gaye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vainqueur,
Rekid,
John Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dave Gahan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Bourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Rosa Yemen,
Technova,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things,
Sonic Youth,
Skaos,
PIL,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
Sällskapet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Darondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Donald Byrd,
Grauzone,
Organ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacques Brel,
F. McDonald,
The Five Americans,
Infiniti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smoke,
the Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Alison Limerick,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
The Martian,
Al Stewart,
Ultravox,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.