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 Iceland and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Warren Ellis to the disco 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Excepter,
Rapeman,
Pet Shop Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blues Magoos,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Stiv Bators,
The Grass Roots,
Faust,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter & Gordon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-Ray Spex,
The United States of America,
Eurythmics,
Roxette,
Donald Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Golliwogs,
Quantec,
China Crisis,
Harry Pussy,
Drexciya,
Hoover,
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
Mantronix,
The Durutti Column,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
Qualms,
Liliput,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Albert Ayler,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiohead,
Tubeway Army,
Royal Trux,
Funkadelic,
Duran Duran,
Alison Limerick,
JFA,
Robert Hood,
EPMD,
Monks,
Brass Construction,
Pylon,
Alphaville,
Erasure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Underground Resistance,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.