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 Belgium and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gang Green to the funk 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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
the Germs,
The United States of America,
Von Mondo,
Steve Hackett,
Connie Case,
Dark Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
The Dead C,
Black Flag,
Loose Ends,
Silicon Teens,
Warren Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cameo,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Index,
Crime,
Gang Green,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
The Count Five,
Ossler,
The Moleskins,
Idris Muhammad,
Stiv Bators,
The Last Poets,
Lungfish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yaz,
Khruangbin,
Boz Scaggs,
PIL,
Hashim,
Con Funk Shun,
Infiniti,
Camberwell Now,
Skriet,
Bobby Womack,
The Seeds,
The Star Department,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Trojans,
Jeff Mills,
Japan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June of 44,
Soul II Soul,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Piero Umiliani,
the Bar-Kays,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.