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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Standells to the techno 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Starr,
Reagan Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Velvet Underground,
Yusef Lateef,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Wings,
Joensuu 1685,
Cal Tjader,
UT,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slackers,
Kayak,
Glenn Branca,
Bob Dylan,
Silicon Teens,
Michelle Simonal,
Juan Atkins,
Lungfish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
Skarface,
Hot Snakes,
Groovy Waters,
Funky Four + One,
Cecil Taylor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
cv313,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
D'Angelo,
Soul II Soul,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dead Boys,
a-ha,
The Real Kids,
The New Christs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Connie Case,
The Names,
Ohio Players,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes,
A Certain Ratio,
Warsaw,
Alton Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.