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 Cape Verde and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 One Last Wish to the rock 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Fortunes,
Motorama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unwound,
Andrew Hill,
John Lydon,
Moby Grape,
The Saints,
Slick Rick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Kenny Larkin,
The Stooges,
The Fuzztones,
MDC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick May,
The Young Rascals,
The Durutti Column,
The Pretty Things,
Pole,
Oblivians,
Bobby Byrd,
the Normal,
Tubeway Army,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül II,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Mills,
Sandy B,
Ultra Naté,
Donny Hathaway,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins,
Roger Hodgson,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Hood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suicide,
Bluetip,
The Beau Brummels,
Judy Mowatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Wyatt,
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
Ponytail,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Liliput,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mars,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.