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 East Timor and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Eden Ahbez,
Marshall Jefferson,
La Düsseldorf,
Albert Ayler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Godley & Creme,
the Sonics,
Rekid,
Byron Stingily,
ABBA,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
Ronan,
the Normal,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DNA,
Theoretical Girls,
Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skriet,
The Slackers,
10cc,
Von Mondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Symarip,
Talk Talk,
The Five Americans,
JFA,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes,
Amazonics,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
June of 44,
Spandau Ballet,
Sight & Sound,
Brick,
48th St. Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris & Cosey,
The Associates,
Desert Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Remains,
Toni Rubio,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Skatalites,
Metal Thangz,
The United States of America,
The Techniques,
Absolute Body Control,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.