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 Sweden and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Gabor Szabo to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cymande,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
OOIOO,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Trojans,
Don Cherry,
James White and The Blacks,
Ponytail,
Funkadelic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
Laurel Aitken,
Morten Harket,
Boogie Down Productions,
Icehouse,
Rotary Connection,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Sneak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
CMW,
Lungfish,
Donny Hathaway,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
Schoolly D,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
Tears for Fears,
Wasted Youth,
The Evens,
Vainqueur,
T.S.O.L.,
Erykah Badu,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
UT,
Connie Case,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Henry Cow,
The Durutti Column,
Cal Tjader,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
U.S. Maple,
DNA,
Babytalk,
The Dead C,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.