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 Papua New Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Accadde A to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
The Kinks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker,
The Gories,
Morten Harket,
Lucky Dragons,
John Lydon,
Newcleus,
Technova,
Skarface,
Max Romeo,
June of 44,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Prince Buster,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Symarip,
Brass Construction,
Josef K,
Peter & Gordon,
Icehouse,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
The Trojans,
Supertramp,
PIL,
the Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dead C,
The Cure,
Black Moon,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camberwell Now,
Urselle,
Crooked Eye,
The Tremeloes,
Groovy Waters,
The Dirtbombs,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
Niagra,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.