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 Uruguay and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Depeche Mode to the grunge 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Ultravox,
Bluetip,
Adolescents,
Intrusion,
Reuben Wilson,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aswad,
Scion,
Jawbox,
The Cramps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Second Layer,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mummies,
Roxette,
Slave,
Sam Rivers,
Godley & Creme,
The Walker Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zapp,
Lower 48,
Kenny Larkin,
Joy Division,
The Velvet Underground,
Subhumans,
Gabor Szabo,
Tommy Roe,
Moss Icon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Teasers,
Aural Exciters,
Stetsasonic,
Alton Ellis,
Moby Grape,
These Immortal Souls,
Los Fastidios,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Barracudas,
The Motions,
Scrapy,
Cymande,
Rufus Thomas,
The Litter,
Symarip,
Organ,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.