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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the jazz 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Bobby Womack,
Malaria!,
Erykah Badu,
Slick Rick,
Connie Case,
Aloha Tigers,
Kenny Larkin,
Inner City,
The Music Machine,
Motorama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mummies,
The United States of America,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
Maleditus Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Bananas,
Index,
Bluetip,
Silicon Teens,
Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
The Saints,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MC5,
Crime,
The Five Americans,
Livin' Joy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Near,
X-101,
Harpers Bizarre,
Massinfluence,
Sparks,
Sonic Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers,
The Gun Club,
The Residents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cameo,
Marine Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
The Fall,
Kas Product,
Suicide,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Almond,
Sight & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.