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 Zambia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Ten City to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Mandrill,
The Dead C,
Babytalk,
Scientists,
The Black Dice,
Tim Buckley,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare,
Brothers Johnson,
The Toasters,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magma,
Scion,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
B.T. Express,
The Doors,
Cybotron,
T. Rex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hot Snakes,
Marine Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Bananas,
Roxette,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
Gong,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pylon,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Rundgren,
Bad Manners,
Glambeats Corp.,
Junior Murvin,
Ronnie Foster,
Cal Tjader,
Tomorrow,
Visage,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pole,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.