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 Malaysia 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 The Dave Clark Five to the electroclash 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Oblivians,
Franke,
Marc Almond,
The Wake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Motions,
Jeff Mills,
Lightning Bolt,
Joy Division,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun City Girls,
Motorama,
Blake Baxter,
Susan Cadogan,
The Black Dice,
Bush Tetras,
PIL,
The Smoke,
Ice-T,
DNA,
Rufus Thomas,
Terry Callier,
Malaria!,
the Germs,
Deakin,
Darondo,
Harry Pussy,
Dark Day,
Public Enemy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dawn Penn,
In Retrospect,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Black Bananas,
The Beau Brummels,
cv313,
Bad Manners,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deepchord,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Association,
Moby Grape,
Swell Maps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Clear Light,
The Seeds,
Gang of Four,
ABBA,
Talk Talk,
Animal Collective,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.