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 Barbados and from New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Das Ding to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Lucky Dragons,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sandy B,
Donny Hathaway,
Sällskapet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Main Source,
Y Pants,
Ludus,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
Stetsasonic,
Qualms,
The Remains,
Nirvana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
The Tremeloes,
Pulsallama,
Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Basic Channel,
Brothers Johnson,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Anakelly,
Nas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25,
Ituana,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül II,
Flipper,
Robert Görl,
Rosa Yemen,
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Television Personalities,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James White and The Blacks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Franke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Style,
Bush Tetras,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
X-101,
David McCallum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.