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 Spain and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pop Group to the grime 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Sixth Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Shoche,
The Smiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Lucky Dragons,
Hardrive,
Cluster,
Minutemen,
Anakelly,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Excepter,
Jeff Lynne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lyres,
Lalann,
Moby Grape,
The Offenders,
Crash Course in Science,
Cheater Slicks,
Dennis Brown,
Crispy Ambulance,
Audionom,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Thompson Twins,
Blancmange,
AZ,
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Inner City,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Depeche Mode,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mojo Men,
Lightning Bolt,
Prince Buster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brick,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Young Rascals,
Dark Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delta 5,
Ken Boothe,
Alison Limerick,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ohio Players,
Average White Band,
The Grass Roots,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Velvet Underground,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.