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 Paraguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Arcadia to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Amazonics,
The Fortunes,
ABBA,
Niagra,
The Litter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker,
World's Most,
Bootsy Collins,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Sarah Menescal,
Cecil Taylor,
Essential Logic,
Au Pairs,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter,
The J.B.'s,
Agitation Free,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
Brand Nubian,
Sister Nancy,
Von Mondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ralphi Rosario,
JFA,
Radiohead,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dead Boys,
Nirvana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Charles Mingus,
Can,
OOIOO,
H. Thieme,
Young Marble Giants,
Negative Approach,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terry Callier,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
Sandy B,
Cymande,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.