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 Russia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Kurtis Blow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tubeway Army,
Magma,
The Index,
Lou Reed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sällskapet,
Barrington Levy,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Basic Channel,
Spoonie Gee,
Tom Boy,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Morten Harket,
Junior Murvin,
Howard Jones,
R.M.O.,
The Wake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
Drexciya,
The Red Krayola,
Funky Four + One,
John Lydon,
Niagra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
H. Thieme,
Harmonia,
Althea and Donna,
Bluetip,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
Fatback Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cramps,
Sandy B,
Joe Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Near,
Angry Samoans,
Parry Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liliput,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.