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 Burundi and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Al Stewart to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Black Pus,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
48th St. Collective,
Mr. Review,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispian St. Peters,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
Suicide,
Funkadelic,
A Certain Ratio,
Mission of Burma,
Marine Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Brass Construction,
Crispy Ambulance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Franke,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pere Ubu,
The Evens,
One Last Wish,
Joey Negro,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Litter,
This Heat,
Mark Hollis,
Quantec,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Von Mondo,
Urselle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mad Mike,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
Circle Jerks,
Hoover,
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
The Slackers,
Neil Young,
Kas Product,
Robert Hood,
The Star Department,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neu!,
June Days,
Drexciya,
Livin' Joy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.