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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Spandau Ballet to the grunge 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dawn Penn,
China Crisis,
Archie Shepp,
Interpol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
KRS-One,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
Derrick May,
Blossom Toes,
L. Decosne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sparks,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Halsall,
Lightning Bolt,
The Beau Brummels,
Minny Pops,
John Holt,
The Raincoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hardrive,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiopuhelimet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry's Kids,
Whodini,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
The J.B.'s,
Marine Girls,
The Invisible,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arcadia,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
Brick,
Can,
Moby Grape,
The Star Department,
Japan,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Clarke,
Nirvana,
Ossler,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
Country Teasers,
Sällskapet,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.