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 Gambia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Yaz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Mills,
Visage,
Joyce Sims,
The Young Rascals,
The Monochrome Set,
Cecil Taylor,
Ken Boothe,
Franke,
Minutemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Barracudas,
Magazine,
Charles Mingus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Livin' Joy,
New Age Steppers,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Idris Muhammad,
Anakelly,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Au Pairs,
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magma,
Ultra Naté,
MDC,
Henry Cow,
The Victims,
Altered Images,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scrapy,
R.M.O.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warren Ellis,
T. Rex,
Half Japanese,
The Vogues,
Barrington Levy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harmonia,
The Selecter,
Groovy Waters,
Radio Birdman,
Q and Not U,
Theoretical Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Moebius,
Infiniti,
Trumans Water,
Mission of Burma,
Sugar Minott,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.