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 Peru and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Depeche Mode,
Yaz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Teasers,
Scion,
David McCallum,
Neu!,
The Names,
Hasil Adkins,
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
Brass Construction,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fela Kuti,
Mission of Burma,
The Gun Club,
Yazoo,
Mantronix,
K-Klass,
the Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quando Quango,
Rites of Spring,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter and Kerry,
Agitation Free,
Popol Vuh,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fugs,
Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
Sällskapet,
Reuben Wilson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sonics,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zapp,
Youth Brigade,
Niagra,
Eurythmics,
Fad Gadget,
The Seeds,
The Slackers,
The Fall,
a-ha,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Bad Manners,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.