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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Associates to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Pylon,
Piero Umiliani,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gastr Del Sol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gabor Szabo,
World's Most,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Marvin Gaye,
Deepchord,
Dennis Brown,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse,
Clear Light,
MC5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Loose Ends,
Deadbeat,
Symarip,
The Seeds,
Unwound,
OOIOO,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barrington Levy,
Gong,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Inner City,
E-Dancer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Camberwell Now,
Ken Boothe,
Cybotron,
Yazoo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Dolphy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kaleidoscope,
Fugazi,
Al Stewart,
La Düsseldorf,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maleditus Sound,
Minny Pops,
Jacob Miller,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Style,
Radiohead,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
One Last Wish,
Schoolly D,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.