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 Malawi and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gong to the punk 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Happenings,
The Last Poets,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bronski Beat,
Faraquet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mantronix,
Ornette Coleman,
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Cybotron,
Alison Limerick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman,
the Swans,
The Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
PIL,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül II,
Minny Pops,
Bad Manners,
Nirvana,
Yusef Lateef,
Japan,
Masters at Work,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Toasters,
Monks,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
James White and The Blacks,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
Q and Not U,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Christie,
Barbara Tucker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.