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 Cyprus and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 8 Eyed Spy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Average White Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crime,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bronski Beat,
Minor Threat,
Alice Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Symarip,
Gang Green,
The Barracudas,
Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
Rapeman,
Rod Modell,
Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
K-Klass,
Donald Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Ultravox,
Boredoms,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Severed Heads,
Roxy Music,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
Max Romeo,
Malaria!,
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
Icehouse,
The Remains,
Arthur Verocai,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mandrill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nico,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.