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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arthur Verocai to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
CMW,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Saints,
a-ha,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Niagra,
Das Ding,
Wally Richardson,
Ohio Players,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Five Americans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bob Dylan,
MDC,
K-Klass,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick May,
Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Don Cherry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
LL Cool J,
Sandy B,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Sneak,
Technova,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Susan Cadogan,
Boredoms,
Janne Schatter,
The Victims,
Altered Images,
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
Basic Channel,
Pere Ubu,
Davy DMX,
the Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685,
Deakin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Seeds,
Hoover,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
Oblivians,
Suicide,
Ludus,
Half Japanese,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
Radiopuhelimet,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.