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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Anakelly to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Minny Pops,
Ten City,
MC5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Talk Talk,
Jacques Brel,
The Trojans,
Henry Cow,
Monolake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wire,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
The Litter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Underground Resistance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zapp,
Drexciya,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Terry,
Chrome,
Duran Duran,
The Offenders,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neu!,
Bronski Beat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Don Cherry,
Icehouse,
The Fortunes,
Darondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
This Heat,
Blake Baxter,
Radio Birdman,
Slave,
Whodini,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Skarface,
E-Dancer,
Roxette,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Circle Jerks,
Lakeside,
Robert Wyatt,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.