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 Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Peter & Gordon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ice-T,
Skaos,
MC5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
U.S. Maple,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grauzone,
Malaria!,
The American Breed,
Little Man,
Scrapy,
The Selecter,
Symarip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spoonie Gee,
The Associates,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
Simply Red,
Suicide,
David Bowie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Loose Ends,
Connie Case,
Arthur Verocai,
F. McDonald,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Circle Jerks,
Kayak,
Carl Craig,
Alice Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Matthew Bourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
Mad Mike,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Hood,
Monolake,
Sällskapet,
Aswad,
The Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Judy Mowatt,
a-ha,
Q and Not U,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cowsills,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gladiators,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.