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 Egypt and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fela Kuti to the electroclash 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Dave Gahan,
The Vogues,
the Association,
The Durutti Column,
Mr. Review,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare,
10cc,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cheater Slicks,
Erasure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fugs,
Magma,
Minutemen,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
LL Cool J,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q65,
Blake Baxter,
This Heat,
Lakeside,
The Buckinghams,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Buzzcocks,
The Count Five,
Bad Manners,
Rosa Yemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
U.S. Maple,
Slick Rick,
Jacob Miller,
Erykah Badu,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Christie,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Bananas,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June Days,
Fluxion,
Dead Boys,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Cameo,
Stiv Bators,
Eddi Front,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.