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 the UAE and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harmonia to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Mandrill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Standells,
Infiniti,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
Fela Kuti,
The Cramps,
Black Moon,
Yusef Lateef,
Mark Hollis,
Scientists,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
The Remains,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grauzone,
Gong,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Judy Mowatt,
Ituana,
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Bowie,
Rufus Thomas,
Pole,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare,
Aloha Tigers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
Roxy Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Schoolly D,
Kaleidoscope,
The Move,
Sällskapet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boredoms,
John Foxx,
The Associates,
Altered Images,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Halsall,
Alton Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
The Busters,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.