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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Average White Band to the funk 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
Japan,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
Mandrill,
Skarface,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Crash Course in Science,
Maurizio,
K-Klass,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Depeche Mode,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Real Kids,
D'Angelo,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arcadia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blake Baxter,
Lucky Dragons,
Letta Mbulu,
Sparks,
Ronnie Foster,
Hoover,
Pagans,
The Doors,
Moebius,
T. Rex,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Clear Light,
Byron Stingily,
Hot Snakes,
Fad Gadget,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rosa Yemen,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
The Raincoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Human League,
Black Flag,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.