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 Jordan and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Boz Scaggs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Janne Schatter,
Henry Cow,
Steve Hackett,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deepchord,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ohio Players,
Royal Trux,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
PIL,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reuben Wilson,
Sex Pistols,
Visage,
Organ,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonic Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Negative Approach,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacob Miller,
The Techniques,
F. McDonald,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Skatalites,
Ornette Coleman,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Holt,
The Mummies,
Laurel Aitken,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chrome,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Don Cherry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Smooth,
Parry Music,
The Misunderstood,
Donald Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Erykah Badu,
Soulsonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Guru Guru,
Supertramp,
Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.