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 Fiji and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Whodini to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Swans,
Radiohead,
Althea and Donna,
Jimmy McGriff,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Sherman,
the Association,
Kas Product,
The Zeros,
Motorama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultravox,
Symarip,
Heaven 17,
The Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter & Gordon,
New Order,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mars,
David Bowie,
Cal Tjader,
Ohio Players,
Harpers Bizarre,
Simply Red,
Pulsallama,
Black Flag,
Gang Starr,
Vainqueur,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delon & Dalcan,
The American Breed,
Fela Kuti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers,
Television Personalities,
the Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Niagra,
X-101,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
Ultra Naté,
Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Moon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter and Kerry,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.