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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Shuggie Otis 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quando Quango,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Loose Ends,
Brand Nubian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Swans,
Sixth Finger,
The Dead C,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smoke,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes,
Mars,
Bronski Beat,
Sex Pistols,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Holt,
PIL,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mad Mike,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
The Doors,
Franke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ken Boothe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amazonics,
Eurythmics,
Todd Rundgren,
Moebius,
Bob Dylan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith,
Pagans,
David McCallum,
Robert Wyatt,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
Suburban Knight,
The New Christs,
Television,
Lyres,
Kerri Chandler,
Symarip,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby,
Das Ding,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.