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 Marshall Islands and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Colin Newman to the dance 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Excepter,
Black Pus,
The Victims,
Nick Fraelich,
Grauzone,
Leonard Cohen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Star Department,
New Age Steppers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sandy B,
Donny Hathaway,
Saccharine Trust,
Khruangbin,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pretty Things,
Ohio Players,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Pylon,
Sixth Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eli Mardock,
This Heat,
Black Bananas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Loose Ends,
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
Thompson Twins,
Livin' Joy,
Amazonics,
The United States of America,
Ultravox,
The Busters,
David Axelrod,
Cybotron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blancmange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth,
Marine Girls,
Moby Grape,
The Human League,
Fluxion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Visage,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.