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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythm & Sound to the crunk 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Red Krayola,
The Invisible,
Brass Construction,
Wasted Youth,
Section 25,
La Düsseldorf,
the Slits,
Ultravox,
Hot Snakes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Subhumans,
Lakeside,
X-101,
Toni Rubio,
DNA,
The Wake,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Scan 7,
Chris Corsano,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grey Daturas,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
Technova,
Gang Green,
Barry Ungar,
the Soft Cell,
Wire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Enemy,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Order,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jandek,
Suburban Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Gichy Dan,
The Last Poets,
Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Raincoats,
Skaos,
DJ Style,
The Tremeloes,
Iggy Pop,
Moss Icon,
Can,
Sixth Finger,
Quantec,
Kerri Chandler,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.