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 Monaco and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Symarip to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Letta Mbulu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Gang of Four,
Average White Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Inner City,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gun Club,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Almond,
Basic Channel,
David McCallum,
The Martian,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
Rufus Thomas,
Warren Ellis,
Model 500,
Todd Terry,
The Fuzztones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flash Fearless,
The Slits,
10cc,
T.S.O.L.,
Brothers Johnson,
Porter Ricks,
Silicon Teens,
Pussy Galore,
Peter & Gordon,
Reuben Wilson,
Intrusion,
Y Pants,
Tears for Fears,
The American Breed,
The Music Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kaleidoscope,
This Heat,
Morten Harket,
Al Stewart,
X-101,
Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Japan,
The Smiths,
Main Source,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.