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 Nicaragua and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scan 7 to the punk 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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Star Department,
Lucky Dragons,
Procol Harum,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerri Chandler,
Brand Nubian,
Rufus Thomas,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Soft Cell,
Technova,
Schoolly D,
Camberwell Now,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sällskapet,
Babytalk,
a-ha,
Reagan Youth,
Sex Pistols,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
New Order,
Symarip,
The Slackers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Style,
U.S. Maple,
Marine Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sarah Menescal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
Tom Boy,
Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Silicon Teens,
Khruangbin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nas,
H. Thieme,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.