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 Guyana and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sparks to the dance 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marmalade,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Idris Muhammad,
Scion,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rotary Connection,
The Fugs,
Ponytail,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yellowson,
The Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jawbox,
Joyce Sims,
One Last Wish,
Chris & Cosey,
June Days,
Janne Schatter,
Black Sheep,
Infiniti,
Sugar Minott,
The Invisible,
JFA,
CMW,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Qualms,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Görl,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
The Fortunes,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül II,
Negative Approach,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
Average White Band,
Bill Near,
The J.B.'s,
The Last Poets,
Toni Rubio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The Remains,
Das Ding,
The Fire Engines,
ABBA,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.