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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fela Kuti to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Desert Stars,
Accadde A,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Hood,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Quantec,
The Fugs,
Franke,
Joey Negro,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed,
Pussy Galore,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
PIL,
Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flipper,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Y Pants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jawbox,
Harry Pussy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Searchers,
Deadbeat,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Teasers,
The Gap Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
This Heat,
One Last Wish,
Urselle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moby Grape,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erasure,
Q and Not U,
Sonic Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.