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 Djibouti and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ohio Players to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
MC5,
Nik Kershaw,
Von Mondo,
Mr. Review,
Country Teasers,
OOIOO,
China Crisis,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Associates,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T,
Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
Carl Craig,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Schoolly D,
Ultra Naté,
Roxy Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
James White and The Blacks,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dawn Penn,
Suicide,
Lalann,
Sex Pistols,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aural Exciters,
Los Fastidios,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Bourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy Collins,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum,
Intrusion,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.