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 East Timor and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Section 25 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ice-T,
Ultra Naté,
The Mummies,
Deepchord,
Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Althea and Donna,
Janne Schatter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Index,
The Buckinghams,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cheater Slicks,
Pole,
Kas Product,
DNA,
OOIOO,
Fluxion,
Animal Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Slave,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Association,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Flag,
The Residents,
Aswad,
Susan Cadogan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dave Gahan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Main Source,
Anakelly,
Au Pairs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minutemen,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
Hoover,
Arcadia,
Prince Buster,
The Real Kids,
Ponytail,
Joensuu 1685,
CMW,
Sugar Minott,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.