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 Liberia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Johnny Osbourne to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman,
Mr. Review,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slackers,
Byron Stingily,
Swell Maps,
Niagra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crime,
Los Fastidios,
Funky Four + One,
Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Byrd,
MDC,
Eden Ahbez,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Saints,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
Silicon Teens,
Loose Ends,
Bluetip,
Oneida,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
Laurel Aitken,
The Victims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hoover,
Eurythmics,
John Foxx,
The Smoke,
UT,
Arcadia,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Main Source,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aswad,
The Invisible,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Flag,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.