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 Monaco and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Q65 to the disco 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Tres Demented,
Eden Ahbez,
Scientists,
Lakeside,
Talk Talk,
Lower 48,
LL Cool J,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO,
Robert Hood,
FM Einheit,
Henry Cow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
Archie Shepp,
The Gun Club,
Aural Exciters,
Gabor Szabo,
Amazonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
Desert Stars,
Essential Logic,
Liliput,
Boredoms,
Heaven 17,
Arab on Radar,
Morten Harket,
MDC,
Davy DMX,
F. McDonald,
X-Ray Spex,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
Sam Rivers,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxette,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masters at Work,
8 Eyed Spy,
The American Breed,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ohio Players,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Siglo XX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül,
Dual Sessions,
Rapeman,
Mad Mike,
Don Cherry,
Banda Bassotti,
Das Ding,
Neu!,
Pussy Galore,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.