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 Malawi and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Tears for Fears to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sight & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flipper,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
Second Layer,
Henry Cow,
Man Parrish,
Zapp,
Eurythmics,
Gang Green,
Jandek,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
Rufus Thomas,
Fugazi,
Letta Mbulu,
Parry Music,
Porter Ricks,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
Fluxion,
Dave Gahan,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
John Holt,
X-102,
The J.B.'s,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Litter,
Derrick Morgan,
Isaac Hayes,
Khruangbin,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
Roger Hodgson,
Althea and Donna,
Tom Boy,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
The Gladiators,
The Grass Roots,
Audionom,
Drive Like Jehu,
Idris Muhammad,
Joey Negro,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
Joe Smooth,
Tres Demented,
Popol Vuh,
Crash Course in Science,
Goldenarms,
Stiv Bators,
Brick,
Peter & Gordon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.