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 Thailand and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Nick Fraelich to the crunk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
Monks,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Al Stewart,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Techniques,
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
A Certain Ratio,
MDC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
One Last Wish,
The Mojo Men,
The Knickerbockers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Section 25,
Panda Bear,
Quando Quango,
ABBA,
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
The Moleskins,
Jerry's Kids,
Hardrive,
Agitation Free,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slave,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerri Chandler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kevin Saunderson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sam Rivers,
Kurtis Blow,
James White and The Blacks,
PIL,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quadrant,
Infiniti,
The Standells,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.