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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 48th St. Collective to the crunk 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Starr,
Cymande,
Kayak,
Davy DMX,
Nirvana,
The Black Dice,
A Certain Ratio,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins,
The Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Rundgren,
Negative Approach,
The Last Poets,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sandy B,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Selecter,
One Last Wish,
Cybotron,
Bad Manners,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fela Kuti,
Joey Negro,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül,
Sonic Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Charles Mingus,
Pole,
Spandau Ballet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Second Layer,
Harry Pussy,
Funky Four + One,
Ponytail,
Icehouse,
DJ Sneak,
Qualms,
Pere Ubu,
Khruangbin,
Chrome,
Gregory Isaacs,
Surgeon,
Dennis Brown,
Whodini,
Blake Baxter,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.