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 Yemen and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rap 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Letta Mbulu,
The Wake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Martian,
Dennis Brown,
Quadrant,
Gerry Rafferty,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doors,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Loose Ends,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smoke,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
Leonard Cohen,
H. Thieme,
Fela Kuti,
Stiv Bators,
The Associates,
Essential Logic,
Jawbox,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Make Up,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aswad,
Tubeway Army,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spoonie Gee,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
Magma,
David Bowie,
Minor Threat,
Moss Icon,
Erykah Badu,
The Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Patti Smith,
The Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Dark Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monks,
Chrome,
Todd Terry,
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swans,
Avey Tare,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.