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 Norway and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Skatalites to the disco 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ten City,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Youth Brigade,
The Last Poets,
LL Cool J,
Joe Smooth,
Nico,
This Heat,
Sixth Finger,
Pole,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Skatalites,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pagans,
The Smiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hoover,
Visage,
Howard Jones,
Khruangbin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
OOIOO,
Henry Cow,
Radiohead,
Yellowson,
Nils Olav,
Soul Sonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Eden Ahbez,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols,
Parry Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Ituana,
The Standells,
Rhythm & Sound,
E-Dancer,
ABC,
Roxy Music,
Surgeon,
Severed Heads,
John Holt,
The Music Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
Marmalade,
Davy DMX,
The Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Evens,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.