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 Eritrea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 In Retrospect to the dance 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Bush Tetras,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moleskins,
Au Pairs,
The Walker Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Excepter,
Yaz,
Juan Atkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
AZ,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABBA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cowsills,
The Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Nik Kershaw,
Shoche,
Youth Brigade,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Zeros,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
Maleditus Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Glenn Branca,
Niagra,
Sixth Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Lynne,
John Holt,
Alphaville,
Tom Boy,
Eddi Front,
Goldenarms,
The Fall,
Duran Duran,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Bananas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
KRS-One,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.