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 Laos and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Lucky Dragons to the techno 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
the Human League,
Severed Heads,
Rapeman,
The Slits,
Chrome,
The Skatalites,
Parry Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Kayak,
Crime,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Royal Trux,
The Young Rascals,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
Aural Exciters,
Supertramp,
Max Romeo,
The Motions,
Crooked Eye,
The Invisible,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick May,
Isaac Hayes,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Nik Kershaw,
Scan 7,
Delon & Dalcan,
Au Pairs,
The Pop Group,
Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
OOIOO,
Yazoo,
Lalann,
Alison Limerick,
Peter and Kerry,
Byron Stingily,
Banda Bassotti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
Mars,
Maleditus Sound,
EPMD,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
10cc,
Alphaville,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Association,
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.