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 Finland and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux,
Soulsonic Force,
Yaz,
Underground Resistance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Machine,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
The Human League,
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin,
Colin Newman,
Bush Tetras,
Danielle Patucci,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultravox,
Siglo XX,
The Victims,
Public Enemy,
UT,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
Q65,
The Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Near,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
48th St. Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Marine Girls,
Zero Boys,
the Normal,
The Doors,
The Birthday Party,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.