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 Moldova and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Groovy Waters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Alice Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arcadia,
Brand Nubian,
The New Christs,
Magma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Charles Mingus,
Audionom,
Brass Construction,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
the Human League,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nico,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks,
MDC,
The Trojans,
Simply Red,
Byron Stingily,
The Cowsills,
The Red Krayola,
Chris & Cosey,
Tubeway Army,
Niagra,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül II,
Ronan,
Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Darondo,
Bauhaus,
Wings,
Q and Not U,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cybotron,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy Collins,
B.T. Express,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Graham Central Station,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Age Steppers,
Arab on Radar,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slackers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
Minnie Riperton,
Visage,
The Index,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
Faust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.