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 Indonesia 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Newcleus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Sugar Minott,
The Martian,
Bad Manners,
Dawn Penn,
Black Flag,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kas Product,
Visage,
Von Mondo,
10cc,
Delta 5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Half Japanese,
The Busters,
The Dirtbombs,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
Soulsonic Force,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
Warren Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stereo Dub,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The J.B.'s,
Rufus Thomas,
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
David Axelrod,
Barrington Levy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiohead,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ken Boothe,
Spandau Ballet,
Lower 48,
Dave Gahan,
Metal Thangz,
The Invisible,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magazine,
Bootsy Collins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Audionom,
Second Layer,
Aaron Thompson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.