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 Lagos.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Monochrome Set to the jazz 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vainqueur,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
Pylon,
Stetsasonic,
Sonic Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zapp,
Junior Murvin,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Fraelich,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
David Bowie,
Faraquet,
Excepter,
Public Enemy,
Alice Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Minnie Riperton,
Bad Manners,
Thompson Twins,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
B.T. Express,
Marine Girls,
Black Flag,
Peter and Kerry,
Albert Ayler,
Joey Negro,
Carl Craig,
the Slits,
Max Romeo,
Dual Sessions,
The Black Dice,
AZ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Goldenarms,
The Five Americans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monolake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funky Four + One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scratch Acid,
Camouflage,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television,
The Dead C,
Agitation Free,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.