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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Eve St. Jones to the rock 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
Magma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Human League,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra,
Dennis Brown,
Parry Music,
Intrusion,
Saccharine Trust,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Five Americans,
Tres Demented,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
MDC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dual Sessions,
Aaron Thompson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Porter Ricks,
The Smoke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rotary Connection,
Public Enemy,
Drexciya,
Susan Cadogan,
Qualms,
Eric Dolphy,
Minor Threat,
Rod Modell,
Alison Limerick,
John Holt,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New York Dolls,
The Cure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.