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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
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 arpeggiator 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 Depeche Mode to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Talk Talk,
Connie Case,
The Dirtbombs,
Leonard Cohen,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
Schoolly D,
Pere Ubu,
Make Up,
Marc Almond,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
Jacob Miller,
Ice-T,
Alton Ellis,
Crime,
Organ,
Quando Quango,
Panda Bear,
The Remains,
Johnny Clarke,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
Ossler,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pretty Things,
Jacques Brel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
EPMD,
MC5,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman,
Main Source,
Quantec,
The Martian,
Joe Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dead C,
Urselle,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.