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 Philippines and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Girls At Our Best! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Max Romeo,
Von Mondo,
Roxy Music,
The Walker Brothers,
World's Most,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doors,
Simply Red,
Rufus Thomas,
La Düsseldorf,
Pussy Galore,
Brass Construction,
Alice Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül II,
Shuggie Otis,
Darondo,
R.M.O.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
U.S. Maple,
Japan,
Pantytec,
Flipper,
The Fuzztones,
Hashim,
Johnny Clarke,
Massinfluence,
Siglo XX,
F. McDonald,
Toni Rubio,
The Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
The Evens,
Kenny Larkin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Interpol,
Banda Bassotti,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June of 44,
Cymande,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Halsall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Enemy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
cv313,
Clear Light,
John Holt,
Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cluster,
Infiniti,
Youth Brigade,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.