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 Saudi Arabia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Q and Not U to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Accadde A,
Con Funk Shun,
Groovy Waters,
the Germs,
Nick Fraelich,
Blancmange,
Gang Green,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Juan Atkins,
Warsaw,
Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
Minnie Riperton,
ABBA,
Sarah Menescal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slave,
New York Dolls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spoonie Gee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
Agitation Free,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
Radio Birdman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
The Names,
Spandau Ballet,
Cybotron,
John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Negative Approach,
Sun City Girls,
CMW,
Organ,
Mars,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Enemy,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Womack,
The New Christs,
Ituana,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
Half Japanese,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.