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 France and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 ABBA to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Nas,
June of 44,
Los Fastidios,
Monks,
Juan Atkins,
The Birthday Party,
Letta Mbulu,
Pere Ubu,
Moby Grape,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bauhaus,
Ten City,
Mars,
MDC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Stiv Bators,
Duran Duran,
Quando Quango,
The Leaves,
Eric Dolphy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
Zapp,
Joe Smooth,
Make Up,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joyce Sims,
Bang On A Can,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Cybotron,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronan,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nico,
Black Moon,
The Moleskins,
Lyres,
Unwound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crooked Eye,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television Personalities,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blake Baxter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Au Pairs,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.