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 Israel 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Section 25,
Tropical Tobacco,
Supertramp,
Tom Boy,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
Alice Coltrane,
This Heat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Smog,
Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Sparks,
The Residents,
The Gun Club,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Starr,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry's Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Motorama,
Pantytec,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
Hardrive,
The Buckinghams,
Depeche Mode,
Neu!,
The Invisible,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erasure,
Mark Hollis,
Pierre Henry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ice-T,
Oblivians,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
FM Einheit,
Ultimate Spinach,
Godley & Creme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.