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 Gambia 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Kool Moe Dee to the funk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Residents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stereo Dub,
Slave,
Sex Pistols,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
The Evens,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Green,
Drexciya,
The American Breed,
Malaria!,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cameo,
Ludus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deakin,
Joensuu 1685,
Panda Bear,
Gang of Four,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
Moby Grape,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Bourne,
Niagra,
B.T. Express,
The Index,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Y Pants,
Pantaleimon,
CMW,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tim Buckley,
Dark Day,
The Pop Group,
The Motions,
June Days,
Organ,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Finger,
The Busters,
Amon Düül,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.