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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Arcadia to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Royal Trux,
Mars,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
Audionom,
Lou Reed,
B.T. Express,
Funky Four + One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Womack,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Clarke,
Eve St. Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
New Order,
Outsiders,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Seeds,
Josef K,
The Remains,
Procol Harum,
Ultravox,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
Marine Girls,
Khruangbin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
JFA,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
Guru Guru,
Mark Hollis,
Monolake,
Quantec,
Zapp,
Chris Corsano,
Max Romeo,
10cc,
The American Breed,
Letta Mbulu,
Godley & Creme,
World's Most,
Average White Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Half Japanese,
Don Cherry,
Heaven 17,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.