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 Fiji and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Goldenarms to the grime 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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
The Walker Brothers,
China Crisis,
Trumans Water,
Robert Görl,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Carl Craig,
Parry Music,
John Holt,
Leonard Cohen,
ABBA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
Kenny Larkin,
The Beau Brummels,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
Sex Pistols,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Motorama,
Camberwell Now,
Pylon,
James White and The Blacks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The New Christs,
Alton Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Teasers,
Max Romeo,
The Searchers,
Tim Buckley,
Ponytail,
U.S. Maple,
Deakin,
Quantec,
Avey Tare,
David McCallum,
The Monks,
OOIOO,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arcadia,
Wings,
The Doors,
Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Fela Kuti,
Patti Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alison Limerick,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
June of 44,
Dave Gahan,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.