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 Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Sonics,
Supertramp,
the Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Wolf Eyes,
Rapeman,
The Cowsills,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
Vainqueur,
Stockholm Monsters,
Main Source,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heaven 17,
Aural Exciters,
Von Mondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Minor Threat,
Das Ding,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun City Girls,
Tom Boy,
Lebanon Hanover,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
The Happenings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bluetip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masters at Work,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Fraelich,
Smog,
Jeff Mills,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
Pussy Galore,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ten City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Evens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick May,
The Wake,
Symarip,
Slave,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
Quantec,
Tres Demented,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.