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 Iceland and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Zeros to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
David McCallum,
Zapp,
48th St. Collective,
Animal Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Moebius,
E-Dancer,
Dennis Brown,
Davy DMX,
Graham Central Station,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül II,
Television,
Ken Boothe,
Warren Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
H. Thieme,
Susan Cadogan,
Babytalk,
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oblivians,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Görl,
Ultravox,
The Five Americans,
Panda Bear,
D'Angelo,
Rotary Connection,
Leonard Cohen,
Malaria!,
Black Sheep,
The Happenings,
Young Marble Giants,
Sällskapet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
Quando Quango,
The Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs,
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.