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 Mongolia and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Barrington Levy to the rock 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Leaves,
Warren Ellis,
Essential Logic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Almond,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
China Crisis,
Accadde A,
Darondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Alison Limerick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacques Brel,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Bourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bluetip,
Charles Mingus,
The Sound,
The Fall,
Delon & Dalcan,
James White and The Blacks,
Soulsonic Force,
Marine Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Los Fastidios,
Nation of Ulysses,
Can,
The Human League,
Arcadia,
La Düsseldorf,
The Motions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Christie,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MDC,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gun Club,
Mandrill,
Visage,
Schoolly D,
Dennis Brown,
The Velvet Underground,
Magma,
Warsaw,
The Searchers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.