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 Venezuela and from New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 AZ to the funk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
DJ Style,
Roxy Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers,
Audionom,
Jandek,
Absolute Body Control,
Fugazi,
Aural Exciters,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
Joey Negro,
Duran Duran,
The Star Department,
Anthony Braxton,
Zero Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grey Daturas,
Cheater Slicks,
Funky Four + One,
Camouflage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nas,
The Stooges,
Inner City,
Ponytail,
cv313,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Sheep,
Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association,
Thee Headcoats,
the Human League,
One Last Wish,
Jawbox,
The Fuzztones,
Erykah Badu,
The Pop Group,
Blake Baxter,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
DNA,
David McCallum,
Ultravox,
Barbara Tucker,
Sugar Minott,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pulsallama,
R.M.O.,
Lou Christie,
Slick Rick,
FM Einheit,
Graham Central Station,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.