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 Bolivia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 kango's stein massive to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Niagra,
Rapeman,
Anakelly,
Byron Stingily,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Thompson Twins,
Youth Brigade,
Jandek,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camouflage,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cybotron,
Scion,
Lightning Bolt,
The Angels of Light,
David Axelrod,
The Modern Lovers,
Cecil Taylor,
Pussy Galore,
Y Pants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Young Rascals,
Ohio Players,
Buzzcocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Style,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
the Germs,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Desert Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxette,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope,
Maurizio,
Nirvana,
Carl Craig,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Fatback Band,
World's Most,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.