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 Albania and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Black Sheep to the funk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rites of Spring,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
Pylon,
R.M.O.,
David Bowie,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glenn Branca,
Tears for Fears,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
The Black Dice,
Deakin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Parrish,
Crime,
The Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Flipper,
the Germs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Danielle Patucci,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronan,
DJ Style,
The Pretty Things,
Colin Newman,
Kerrie Biddell,
H. Thieme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Green,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine,
Icehouse,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Wells,
Radio Birdman,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalo Schifrin,
One Last Wish,
B.T. Express,
Clear Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Pierre Henry,
Audionom,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Bourne,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.