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 Niger and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arab on Radar to the techno 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Archie Shepp,
Massinfluence,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
Yaz,
Bang On A Can,
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Style,
Babytalk,
Andrew Hill,
Connie Case,
The Neon Judgement,
Alton Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sound Behaviour,
Leonard Cohen,
Q and Not U,
The Dirtbombs,
Little Man,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rod Modell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Human League,
Arcadia,
Easy Going,
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hashim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dual Sessions,
Oneida,
R.M.O.,
Agitation Free,
Davy DMX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agent Orange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spoonie Gee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
World's Most,
The Real Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deadbeat,
Los Fastidios,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Surgeon,
The Techniques,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.