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 Zambia and from New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Depeche Mode,
Peter and Kerry,
DNA,
Arthur Verocai,
Danielle Patucci,
Bluetip,
Model 500,
Fugazi,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
The Move,
The United States of America,
Porter Ricks,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Amazonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Accadde A,
Marc Almond,
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lakeside,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed,
Sex Pistols,
Inner City,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Hill,
The Vogues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
Country Teasers,
Ornette Coleman,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Yellowson,
Icehouse,
The Human League,
Technova,
Rekid,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick Morgan,
Half Japanese,
Lightning Bolt,
the Sonics,
The Motions,
Pierre Henry,
Althea and Donna,
Sparks,
The Slackers,
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.