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 Andorra and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fall to the techno 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxy Music,
Schoolly D,
The Leaves,
The Seeds,
Interpol,
The Gories,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mission of Burma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül II,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eli Mardock,
Country Teasers,
Nirvana,
Rekid,
The American Breed,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxette,
Tres Demented,
John Cale,
R.M.O.,
The Moody Blues,
Malaria!,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Von Mondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Human League,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
Faust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
AZ,
Todd Rundgren,
MC5,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
Sugar Minott,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Associates,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.