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 Cyprus and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DNA to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Green,
Max Romeo,
The Selecter,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Jandek,
Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
New Age Steppers,
Stetsasonic,
Franke,
Soft Machine,
KRS-One,
the Association,
The Victims,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aswad,
Fear,
B.T. Express,
Hasil Adkins,
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
Visage,
Circle Jerks,
Shoche,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Popol Vuh,
Zero Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Y Pants,
LL Cool J,
PIL,
Wings,
Charles Mingus,
Ice-T,
Newcleus,
Alphaville,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
The Wake,
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Count Five,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slick Rick,
The Kinks,
Audionom,
Echospace,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.