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 Czech Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terrestrial Tones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Absolute Body Control,
Silicon Teens,
Dennis Brown,
Excepter,
a-ha,
Minnie Riperton,
The Star Department,
Smog,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Gang Dance,
L. Decosne,
Ossler,
Ultravox,
The Motions,
Sällskapet,
The Mummies,
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
Radiohead,
the Bar-Kays,
Arcadia,
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Foxx,
the Germs,
Laurel Aitken,
KRS-One,
Funky Four + One,
the Swans,
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Con Funk Shun,
UT,
Rosa Yemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Byrd,
Rekid,
Marc Almond,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Toasters,
Jacob Miller,
Terry Callier,
Unwound,
Organ,
Basic Channel,
Unrelated Segments,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
K-Klass,
The Durutti Column,
Black Sheep,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agitation Free,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Judy Mowatt,
Camouflage,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.