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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Heaven 17 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes,
Monolake,
Rites of Spring,
The New Christs,
The Techniques,
Shuggie Otis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Bananas,
The Music Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Shadows of Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Simply Red,
Infiniti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unwound,
New Order,
The Tremeloes,
The Smiths,
Ossler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scratch Acid,
Deepchord,
Chris Corsano,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nik Kershaw,
John Holt,
Fear,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Busters,
Gichy Dan,
Letta Mbulu,
Lucky Dragons,
Little Man,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Misunderstood,
The Cramps,
Cybotron,
FM Einheit,
The Zeros,
Joe Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Starr,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.