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 Andorra and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pylon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Camberwell Now,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fugazi,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed,
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Womack,
Mary Jane Girls,
PIL,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aloha Tigers,
Shoche,
Moss Icon,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Nils Olav,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
The Red Krayola,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Darondo,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
The Seeds,
Suicide,
Joensuu 1685,
Terry Callier,
Outsiders,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Görl,
cv313,
Magma,
Erykah Badu,
Lower 48,
Skaos,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Schoolly D,
The Standells,
Scientists,
Tubeway Army,
Black Pus,
The Offenders,
Prince Buster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Graham Central Station,
X-102,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.