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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crooked Eye to the jazz 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eden Ahbez,
Black Flag,
The Toasters,
Neil Young,
Moebius,
Lungfish,
Model 500,
Spandau Ballet,
Max Romeo,
Inner City,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spoonie Gee,
Faust,
Y Pants,
Talk Talk,
Stockholm Monsters,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
The Associates,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Copeland,
Anakelly,
Mars,
Robert Wyatt,
Toni Rubio,
The Golliwogs,
Fatback Band,
New Order,
The Techniques,
The Dave Clark Five,
a-ha,
Stetsasonic,
The Trojans,
Bad Manners,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wings,
Grey Daturas,
Kas Product,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funkadelic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arthur Verocai,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
Eric Dolphy,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.