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 Seychelles and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rock 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Grey Daturas,
Fat Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Ponytail,
Scientists,
The Black Dice,
In Retrospect,
Michelle Simonal,
John Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
The Searchers,
Siglo XX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eve St. Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sam Rivers,
Barbara Tucker,
Dave Gahan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kaleidoscope,
Reagan Youth,
Black Flag,
The Dead C,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Real Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Bob Dylan,
Masters at Work,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Colin Newman,
The Smoke,
Maleditus Sound,
Malaria!,
Au Pairs,
Ohio Players,
Donald Byrd,
The Standells,
The Mojo Men,
Subhumans,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Index,
Neu!,
Scrapy,
Howard Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.