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 Uruguay 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Johnny Clarke to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Kerrie Biddell,
Urselle,
Sandy B,
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hoover,
Graham Central Station,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Sugar Minott,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moebius,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
Shoche,
Symarip,
CMW,
The Dave Clark Five,
One Last Wish,
Wings,
Henry Cow,
Gabor Szabo,
Moby Grape,
the Human League,
John Holt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Model 500,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Christie,
The Buckinghams,
Albert Ayler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deadbeat,
Donny Hathaway,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Youth Brigade,
Black Moon,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gap Band,
Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Funkadelic,
Magazine,
Circle Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Skaos,
Don Cherry,
The Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hashim,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
Duran Duran,
The American Breed,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.