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 Russia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Roger Hodgson,
June of 44,
Rites of Spring,
Silicon Teens,
Thee Headcoats,
Zero Boys,
Smog,
David Bowie,
Faust,
Cluster,
Robert Wyatt,
Suburban Knight,
Tres Demented,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann,
Archie Shepp,
Young Marble Giants,
The Real Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
Au Pairs,
Oblivians,
The Barracudas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers,
UT,
Animal Collective,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wasted Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
ABBA,
Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Fluxion,
The Toasters,
Urselle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Music Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Ossler,
James White and The Blacks,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Sugar Minott,
The New Christs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
Cybotron,
Lucky Dragons,
Tom Boy,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.