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 Sri Lanka and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Wyatt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Marmalade,
Alphaville,
Duran Duran,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Stooges,
Thompson Twins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Symarip,
Black Flag,
Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television,
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nico,
David Bowie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Supertramp,
Ken Boothe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Patti Smith,
Japan,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxette,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
John Holt,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
AZ,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Techniques,
the Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Darondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Sam Rivers,
Stetsasonic,
One Last Wish,
Brothers Johnson,
Fat Boys,
Yazoo,
Public Enemy,
Donny Hathaway,
Toni Rubio,
Agitation Free,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smoke,
The Sonics,
Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scan 7,
Scratch Acid,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.