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 Philippines and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
KRS-One,
Crooked Eye,
T.S.O.L.,
Stetsasonic,
Alton Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
OOIOO,
Gang Green,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter & Gordon,
The Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mr. Review,
Darondo,
Minutemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
cv313,
Smog,
Main Source,
The Fuzztones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Janne Schatter,
Al Stewart,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Buzzcocks,
Marine Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams,
Magma,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
Eric Copeland,
Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Urselle,
The Raincoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.