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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Talk Talk to the crunk 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
DJ Style,
Lalann,
Eurythmics,
The Vogues,
David McCallum,
The Victims,
Tim Buckley,
Sexual Harrassment,
Charles Mingus,
cv313,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wally Richardson,
Saccharine Trust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gong,
Nick Fraelich,
Audionom,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oblivians,
Harry Pussy,
Spoonie Gee,
Toni Rubio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sound Behaviour,
Sällskapet,
Ponytail,
The Monks,
Neu!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Groovy Waters,
Youth Brigade,
Erykah Badu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
The Buckinghams,
Patti Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fear,
Roger Hodgson,
Rapeman,
New Order,
The Music Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
The Evens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Mars,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
June Days,
June of 44,
Black Pus,
Jacques Brel,
kango's stein massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.