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 Korea North and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rock 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Parry Music,
The Names,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
Whodini,
The Remains,
Bad Manners,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
JFA,
Sam Rivers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
Pantaleimon,
Monolake,
The Martian,
The Pop Group,
Nico,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
John Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric B and Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Inner City,
The Gun Club,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
Fad Gadget,
The Doors,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
The Cosmic Jokers,
China Crisis,
The Five Americans,
Sex Pistols,
David McCallum,
Bobby Sherman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Selecter,
Derrick May,
The Count Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.