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 Japan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Ultra Naté to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Schoolly D,
Carl Craig,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moby Grape,
Josef K,
The Fugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
Agitation Free,
The Star Department,
Quadrant,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang On A Can,
X-101,
Bobby Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Flash Fearless,
Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
Brand Nubian,
Audionom,
Cal Tjader,
Lungfish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Can,
Livin' Joy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Vogues,
the Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monolake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Germs,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Motions,
Porter Ricks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Ludus,
B.T. Express,
Cybotron,
The Offenders,
The Fall,
Pagans,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.