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 Italy and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Angry Samoans to the disco 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Pagans,
Desert Stars,
Yazoo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cymande,
Model 500,
Parry Music,
Severed Heads,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sonics,
Visage,
Tres Demented,
Barrington Levy,
Outsiders,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agent Orange,
Ice-T,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doors,
Popol Vuh,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wolf Eyes,
The Tremeloes,
The Monks,
Cluster,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Style,
Angry Samoans,
Davy DMX,
Circle Jerks,
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
The Zeros,
The Litter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slackers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fluxion,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.