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 Guinea-Bissau and from London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Sherman to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
Fatback Band,
Accadde A,
Nico,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Simply Red,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Iggy Pop,
Suburban Knight,
Rapeman,
D'Angelo,
Q and Not U,
Crash Course in Science,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Motions,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gun Club,
Urselle,
Donny Hathaway,
Y Pants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blues Magoos,
Harry Pussy,
X-Ray Spex,
Nirvana,
PIL,
UT,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visage,
Das Ding,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
Bill Wells,
Inner City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
the Association,
Sun City Girls,
World's Most,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anakelly,
Rufus Thomas,
The Toasters,
Sound Behaviour,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.