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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Fania All-Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
A Certain Ratio,
D'Angelo,
Flash Fearless,
Moebius,
Idris Muhammad,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
Sugar Minott,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Dolphy,
Dawn Penn,
Easy Going,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Christie,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Aswad,
Harmonia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boredoms,
The Fall,
Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Average White Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Steve Hackett,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oblivians,
Thee Headcoats,
Judy Mowatt,
The Toasters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Connie Case,
Erasure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crooked Eye,
Pulsallama,
Animal Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
These Immortal Souls,
The Litter,
The Moleskins,
Minny Pops,
Kenny Larkin,
Hardrive,
Black Moon,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.