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 Ethiopia and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Prince Buster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
Bob Dylan,
Surgeon,
H. Thieme,
The Gap Band,
Icehouse,
Underground Resistance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Iggy Pop,
Pere Ubu,
Rakim,
Bauhaus,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moby Grape,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fuzztones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Teasers,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
Negative Approach,
New Age Steppers,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ossler,
One Last Wish,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wire,
The Star Department,
Marine Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Agent Orange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Sneak,
cv313,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Hill,
David Bowie,
Aswad,
June of 44,
The Five Americans,
Delta 5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
New Order,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Vogues,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.