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 Cuba and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Moebius to the dance 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Section 25,
Malaria!,
Unwound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Wyatt,
These Immortal Souls,
cv313,
Urselle,
The Smiths,
Dark Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Green,
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth,
PIL,
The Victims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxette,
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Names,
The Gladiators,
Sight & Sound,
Infiniti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funky Four + One,
Bob Dylan,
Mr. Review,
Tommy Roe,
Inner City,
June of 44,
Ituana,
Pylon,
Donny Hathaway,
X-102,
The Fall,
The Doors,
The Offenders,
Robert Hood,
Dennis Brown,
Eurythmics,
Angry Samoans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental 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.