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 Kiribati and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Doobie Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Au Pairs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rapeman,
Lou Christie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q65,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
Panda Bear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Frankie Knuckles,
Surgeon,
T. Rex,
Skarface,
The Toasters,
Henry Cow,
Dark Day,
Tommy Roe,
Scrapy,
Quando Quango,
Theoretical Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skriet,
Country Teasers,
B.T. Express,
Severed Heads,
Sandy B,
Hot Snakes,
Mad Mike,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yazoo,
Hoover,
The Blackbyrds,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jawbox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
Agitation Free,
Clear Light,
Popol Vuh,
Circle Jerks,
New Order,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tomorrow,
Jandek,
the Germs,
The Stooges,
The Kinks,
Guru Guru,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.