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 Nigeria and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna 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 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 Moebius to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gichy Dan,
DNA,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Sonics,
The Kinks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monochrome Set,
Rakim,
Television,
The Residents,
Bush Tetras,
Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry's Kids,
Mr. Review,
Dark Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q65,
Niagra,
Godley & Creme,
Pussy Galore,
Heaven 17,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
Ten City,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pagans,
June Days,
Aswad,
Laurel Aitken,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Index,
CMW,
Thompson Twins,
Archie Shepp,
This Heat,
Matthew Bourne,
Icehouse,
Average White Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sound,
Sugar Minott,
David Axelrod,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ludus,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.