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 Palau and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
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 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 Eddi Front to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Stooges,
Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Junior Murvin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
Nico,
Slave,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
FM Einheit,
Thee Headcoats,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nas,
Youth Brigade,
Man Eating Sloth,
One Last Wish,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players,
The Skatalites,
A Flock of Seagulls,
K-Klass,
Mo-Dettes,
Mission of Burma,
Television,
Crooked Eye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skarface,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Pierre Henry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Boz Scaggs,
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
Moby Grape,
Deepchord,
Mantronix,
Carl Craig,
10cc,
the Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Reagan Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Finger,
Model 500,
Brass Construction,
Amazonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Man Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.