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 Morocco and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Moody Blues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
Todd Terry,
The Misunderstood,
Youth Brigade,
Scion,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure,
The Grass Roots,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pop Group,
The Velvet Underground,
DNA,
Negative Approach,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Bad Manners,
Sister Nancy,
Kurtis Blow,
Wire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
JFA,
The Divine Comedy,
Organ,
Pagans,
Fatback Band,
Flipper,
Deadbeat,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Associates,
Hoover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Womack,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television,
The Durutti Column,
Masters at Work,
The Martian,
The United States of America,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
Peter & Gordon,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Wyatt,
Monolake,
Boredoms,
The Stooges,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Accadde A,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chrome,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.