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 Mali and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Silicon Teens to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Audionom,
The Doors,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronan,
Youth Brigade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxy Music,
Mad Mike,
Black Pus,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground,
Bluetip,
Surgeon,
Ohio Players,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Mission of Burma,
Wally Richardson,
AZ,
Nas,
Judy Mowatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Kayak,
Mo-Dettes,
The Five Americans,
Lyres,
MDC,
Iggy Pop,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Near,
The Searchers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Certain Ratio,
JFA,
Tommy Roe,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Camberwell Now,
the Normal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Carl Craig,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.