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 Korea South and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the punk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
Neil Young,
Steve Hackett,
Eve St. Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Connie Case,
FM Einheit,
Sällskapet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crime,
Joe Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare,
Absolute Body Control,
Porter Ricks,
The Searchers,
Negative Approach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Icehouse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Sheep,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Bourne,
Infiniti,
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Halsall,
Bad Manners,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fatback Band,
Trumans Water,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Cale,
Dark Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
Oneida,
B.T. Express,
The Human League,
Excepter,
The Smoke,
June Days,
Don Cherry,
Whodini,
Hoover,
The Cowsills,
Bronski Beat,
The Selecter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.