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 Indonesia and from Cairo.
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 New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Marine Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Saints,
Dark Day,
Drexciya,
Frankie Knuckles,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Circle Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Normal,
Soulsonic Force,
Slave,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum,
Pagans,
a-ha,
Little Man,
The Skatalites,
Marmalade,
Gong,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Beau Brummels,
Minny Pops,
Stereo Dub,
The Mummies,
Ice-T,
Dead Boys,
the Human League,
Eli Mardock,
John Holt,
Avey Tare,
Underground Resistance,
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
The Standells,
Dennis Brown,
Intrusion,
The Move,
Stetsasonic,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
48th St. Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Machine,
The Gun Club,
Sun City Girls,
Icehouse,
Bill Wells,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.