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 Samoa and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Charles Mingus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Searchers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter and Kerry,
Ornette Coleman,
Crime,
The Moleskins,
Average White Band,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deadbeat,
Charles Mingus,
Chrome,
Donald Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Thompson Twins,
Boredoms,
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure,
The Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry's Kids,
Connie Case,
Cybotron,
Tim Buckley,
Talk Talk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
Isaac Hayes,
the Sonics,
Royal Trux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Leonard Cohen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Gong,
Panda Bear,
DJ Sneak,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
Peter & Gordon,
Minor Threat,
David McCallum,
Make Up,
The Durutti Column,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monks,
Lalann,
Fat Boys,
MDC,
The Last Poets,
F. McDonald,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.