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 Cuba and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Darondo to the grime 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bauhaus,
The Dirtbombs,
The Grass Roots,
Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Zero Boys,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
Fatback Band,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
Zapp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anakelly,
Quantec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Loose Ends,
Angry Samoans,
Cymande,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Copeland,
These Immortal Souls,
John Holt,
Essential Logic,
Clear Light,
Organ,
Deakin,
OOIOO,
the Slits,
Bill Wells,
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kas Product,
Swell Maps,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Association,
Motorama,
Black Moon,
Harry Pussy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler,
Thompson Twins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.