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 Poland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Average White Band to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camberwell Now,
Kurtis Blow,
Al Stewart,
10cc,
48th St. Collective,
ABC,
Tom Boy,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alice Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
The Dead C,
Be Bop Deluxe,
One Last Wish,
Rod Modell,
Public Enemy,
Brand Nubian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scientists,
Mantronix,
Marine Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Halsall,
Niagra,
Letta Mbulu,
Gong,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
Lakeside,
David McCallum,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monolake,
The Names,
Pylon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ludus,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swans,
Deepchord,
Dark Day,
Blancmange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suburban Knight,
The Doors,
The Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
The Vogues,
Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.