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 St Lucia and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
Technova,
Oblivians,
The Searchers,
Audionom,
Trumans Water,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pole,
Camouflage,
The Leaves,
Easy Going,
the Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Eli Mardock,
Joyce Sims,
The Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
The Toasters,
Juan Atkins,
Babytalk,
Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jawbox,
Kas Product,
Average White Band,
Sandy B,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fugs,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Starr,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter & Gordon,
Shuggie Otis,
Negative Approach,
The Names,
Agitation Free,
The Knickerbockers,
Sexual Harrassment,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Ronan,
The Five Americans,
Moss Icon,
Rufus Thomas,
Icehouse,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.