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 Libya and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sun City Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Basic Channel,
The Gories,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Organ,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Section 25,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siglo XX,
John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Morten Harket,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Parry Music,
Quantec,
Erykah Badu,
R.M.O.,
Little Man,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
Inner City,
Audionom,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
ABC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scan 7,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
Massinfluence,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
The Skatalites,
Metal Thangz,
Magma,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool Moe Dee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gichy Dan,
Severed Heads,
The Fortunes,
The Victims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.