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 Armenia 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Symarip to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rapeman,
Lakeside,
Lalann,
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Wire,
Jacques Brel,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick May,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Germs,
Adolescents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cymande,
Mantronix,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The New Christs,
The Happenings,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
Lyres,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Howard Jones,
Guru Guru,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Görl,
Faust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
The Music Machine,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Starr,
One Last Wish,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Second Layer,
Warsaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
Aural Exciters,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson,
Vainqueur,
Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Icehouse,
Grey Daturas,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.