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 Angola and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rosa Yemen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
Warsaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Intrusion,
Pulsallama,
The Names,
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett,
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
Essential Logic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yellowson,
Henry Cow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Machine,
Alphaville,
Chrome,
Buzzcocks,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Moon,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
The Wake,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lakeside,
Los Fastidios,
The Smoke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Leonard Cohen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aswad,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
Loose Ends,
The Knickerbockers,
Desert Stars,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
Scan 7,
The Pretty Things,
The Vogues,
Malaria!,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk,
Inner City,
Slick Rick,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.