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 Bolivia and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Anakelly to the funk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Brass Construction,
Zapp,
Masters at Work,
Electric Light Orchestra,
UT,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
The Selecter,
Fat Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Das Ding,
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pole,
The Cowsills,
Ossler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Almond,
Bob Dylan,
Thee Headcoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Faraquet,
Second Layer,
The Last Poets,
Unrelated Segments,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Inner City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
One Last Wish,
Pylon,
Joensuu 1685,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
Max Romeo,
The Cramps,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
Henry Cow,
EPMD,
Boz Scaggs,
The Invisible,
The Saints,
Alton Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
Simply Red,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.