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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Outsiders to the funk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Thompson Twins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bauhaus,
The Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Association,
Delta 5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amazonics,
R.M.O.,
Idris Muhammad,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry's Kids,
Rotary Connection,
OOIOO,
Unwound,
Tubeway Army,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Loose Ends,
Danielle Patucci,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Hill,
The Fugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q and Not U,
Connie Case,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Wyatt,
X-102,
DNA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Adolescents,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
Ice-T,
The Gap Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Smooth,
The Happenings,
Sugar Minott,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacob Miller,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
Yaz,
The Modern Lovers,
Toni Rubio,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
Jacques Brel,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.