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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the techno 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
DJ Style,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Osbourne,
Outsiders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roger Hodgson,
Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barry Ungar,
Agitation Free,
Terry Callier,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
E-Dancer,
Wings,
The Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minny Pops,
Arcadia,
The Red Krayola,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul II Soul,
The Remains,
Donny Hathaway,
LL Cool J,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bluetip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Groovy Waters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Black Dice,
Inner City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro,
Judy Mowatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed,
Mandrill,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Lynne,
Schoolly D,
Steve Hackett,
Iggy Pop,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sight & Sound,
Y Pants,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.