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 the UAE and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Five Americans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's 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?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Desert Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul II Soul,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Beau Brummels,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mad Mike,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pierre Henry,
Hoover,
Tim Buckley,
Kerri Chandler,
Sam Rivers,
Judy Mowatt,
Au Pairs,
The Searchers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Intrusion,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lakeside,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Archie Shepp,
Mantronix,
John Lydon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marmalade,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare,
Faraquet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
AZ,
Maurizio,
The Trojans,
Goldenarms,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.