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 Yemen and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June of 44 to the dance 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
the Normal,
Deakin,
Minny Pops,
Aural Exciters,
Lalann,
Scientists,
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro,
Mark Hollis,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zapp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rosa Yemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Style,
Marmalade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young,
Newcleus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thee Headcoats,
Monks,
Buzzcocks,
The Remains,
Barrington Levy,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Bowie,
Jawbox,
X-Ray Spex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hardrive,
Arthur Verocai,
Scion,
The Last Poets,
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
The Moody Blues,
Janne Schatter,
Roger Hodgson,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Toni Rubio,
Carl Craig,
Alphaville,
K-Klass,
Moss Icon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ice-T,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.