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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Duran Duran to the electroclash 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Machine,
Yazoo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fugs,
Skriet,
MC5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Skatalites,
Harry Pussy,
Radiohead,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABC,
Soulsonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
The Blues Magoos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Angels of Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Minutemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bluetip,
Leonard Cohen,
The Barracudas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Durutti Column,
Kas Product,
Public Enemy,
Clear Light,
Kerri Chandler,
The Velvet Underground,
Roger Hodgson,
Agent Orange,
Sex Pistols,
Tom Boy,
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unrelated Segments,
Spoonie Gee,
Piero Umiliani,
Urselle,
Mo-Dettes,
Little Man,
The Beau Brummels,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
Blake Baxter,
Banda Bassotti,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.