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 Mozambique and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Urselle to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T. Rex,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skaos,
The Red Krayola,
Y Pants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Malaria!,
Aswad,
Funky Four + One,
Ornette Coleman,
Pulsallama,
The Cowsills,
Nirvana,
the Bar-Kays,
L. Decosne,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
Eddi Front,
Kayak,
Suburban Knight,
Max Romeo,
the Normal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anakelly,
Masters at Work,
Magazine,
Tomorrow,
Franke,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
Todd Rundgren,
Boz Scaggs,
Sam Rivers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alton Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Yaz,
Mantronix,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
the Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Excepter,
The Fall,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Don Cherry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.