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 Jamaica and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 T.S.O.L. to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Rufus Thomas,
In Retrospect,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brass Construction,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Clear Light,
Skarface,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultravox,
Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Tubeway Army,
Excepter,
The Selecter,
James White and The Blacks,
Josef K,
The Offenders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
The Sonics,
Franke,
David Bowie,
10cc,
Nas,
Masters at Work,
The Five Americans,
Barrington Levy,
World's Most,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Hill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Average White Band,
Flipper,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dark Day,
Bang On A Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Altered Images,
Organ,
Yazoo,
Model 500,
Nils Olav,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra,
Sällskapet,
Procol Harum,
Max Romeo,
John Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Babytalk,
The Moleskins,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.