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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Warren Ellis to the rock 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scion,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Parrish,
Visage,
Niagra,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joey Negro,
MDC,
Half Japanese,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Tremeloes,
World's Most,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlback,
D'Angelo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eli Mardock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Hill,
Livin' Joy,
Malaria!,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The J.B.'s,
The Raincoats,
The Remains,
Harry Pussy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan,
Jacques Brel,
The Black Dice,
Second Layer,
OOIOO,
Adolescents,
Monolake,
Echospace,
The Kinks,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.