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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Aaron Thompson to the jazz 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Rapeman,
Crooked Eye,
La Düsseldorf,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Terry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed,
Lyres,
Talk Talk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erykah Badu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Prince Buster,
Monolake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Modern Lovers,
The Birthday Party,
Lindisfarne,
Rites of Spring,
One Last Wish,
This Heat,
Grauzone,
Warren Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Busters,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blake Baxter,
Grey Daturas,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Holt,
Hoover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Mo-Dettes,
Tom Boy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dirtbombs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
cv313,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Moon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.