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 Morocco 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Supertramp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Rosa Yemen,
New Order,
Barrington Levy,
Television Personalities,
UT,
Suicide,
Rapeman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
Sun Ra,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Absolute Body Control,
48th St. Collective,
Aural Exciters,
The New Christs,
The Fall,
Amazonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Khruangbin,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
R.M.O.,
Nik Kershaw,
Alton Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Image Ltd.,
World's Most,
Essential Logic,
JFA,
Angry Samoans,
Steve Hackett,
Gang of Four,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Knickerbockers,
Au Pairs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Stereo Dub,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Parrish,
Quadrant,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultra Naté,
Yusef Lateef,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stiv Bators,
Henry Cow,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.