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 Ireland and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sound to the electroclash 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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kas Product,
Nils Olav,
Sam Rivers,
Blancmange,
Slave,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Index,
Fad Gadget,
Simply Red,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sister Nancy,
Althea and Donna,
The American Breed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yaz,
Alton Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
The Invisible,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Al Stewart,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rekid,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June Days,
Second Layer,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dirtbombs,
Ponytail,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Duran Duran,
Harry Pussy,
Kenny Larkin,
Henry Cow,
Cal Tjader,
Black Moon,
Scratch Acid,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
CMW,
Joensuu 1685,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scan 7,
David Axelrod,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.