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 Honduras and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 The Searchers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
Mission of Burma,
Roxy Music,
the Human League,
The Fortunes,
Infiniti,
Malaria!,
Slave,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
Lebanon Hanover,
CMW,
Amon Düül,
Fatback Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Masters at Work,
Pantaleimon,
The Saints,
Peter & Gordon,
Ituana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Roxette,
Andrew Hill,
Faraquet,
Mandrill,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Residents,
Harmonia,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
Piero Umiliani,
Can,
Index,
Zero Boys,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
Pulsallama,
Hoover,
Gang Starr,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
UT,
Darondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Minnie Riperton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Toasters,
The Sonics,
Derrick May,
Dead Boys,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.