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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Ornette Coleman to the disco 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Starr,
Gabor Szabo,
Yusef Lateef,
The Golliwogs,
The Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Hardrive,
The Motions,
Inner City,
Minutemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dead C,
Cal Tjader,
Newcleus,
Moss Icon,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
Stetsasonic,
MDC,
B.T. Express,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Niagra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Trojans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cluster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dorothy Ashby,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fuzztones,
Symarip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mission of Burma,
The Angels of Light,
Flipper,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare,
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bob Dylan,
Country Teasers,
The Gories,
Freddie Wadling,
Judy Mowatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.