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 Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Laurel Aitken to the rock 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Depeche Mode,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Skatalites,
Suburban Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Dawn Penn,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
Dennis Brown,
E-Dancer,
Jacob Miller,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang On A Can,
Quadrant,
Grauzone,
Young Marble Giants,
The Associates,
Minor Threat,
Agent Orange,
The Sound,
Marmalade,
Ohio Players,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Holt,
Lightning Bolt,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
Smog,
The Fuzztones,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
Anthony Braxton,
A Certain Ratio,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
Isaac Hayes,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
the Bar-Kays,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Television Personalities,
Connie Case,
Siglo XX,
The Cramps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lindisfarne,
The New Christs,
Chrome,
Kurtis Blow,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
Yellowson,
Rekid,
Jerry's Kids,
Khruangbin,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.