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 Costa Rica 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 FM Einheit to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Drexciya,
Khruangbin,
the Bar-Kays,
Mandrill,
Erykah Badu,
Aural Exciters,
The Five Americans,
The Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suburban Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bad Manners,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cramps,
Bill Near,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Accadde A,
Scion,
Nik Kershaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Clarke,
The Martian,
The Cure,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Germs,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Royal Trux,
Radio Birdman,
ABC,
Babytalk,
KRS-One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Machine,
Urselle,
The Barracudas,
Marc Almond,
Funkadelic,
Cheater Slicks,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Severed Heads,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.