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 Cameroon and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Cecil Taylor to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The New Christs,
Youth Brigade,
Rapeman,
Marine Girls,
Skriet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Association,
Quadrant,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Sheep,
Stiv Bators,
Trumans Water,
Ludus,
Jerry's Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Oneida,
The American Breed,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
Althea and Donna,
Franke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Laurel Aitken,
The Invisible,
The Count Five,
John Foxx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Outsiders,
Todd Rundgren,
Q65,
John Holt,
The Litter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hoover,
Jacob Miller,
Q and Not U,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Eddi Front,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Lynne,
Bluetip,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Clarke,
Lyres,
Lakeside,
Reagan Youth,
David Axelrod,
Sugar Minott,
the Human League,
Faust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Selecter,
Byron Stingily,
Deakin,
Ituana,
Drexciya,
Animal Collective,
Scan 7,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.