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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anakelly,
B.T. Express,
Marine Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Bananas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Model 500,
The Young Rascals,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Almond,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Barracudas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Darondo,
Black Flag,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Newcleus,
JFA,
Bad Manners,
Groovy Waters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Names,
Arcadia,
John Lydon,
Danielle Patucci,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers,
Pulsallama,
Grauzone,
Minutemen,
Brass Construction,
The Stooges,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hasil Adkins,
Technova,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
Rekid,
Animal Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Halsall,
Warren Ellis,
Connie Case,
Oneida,
The Mummies,
Eli Mardock,
R.M.O.,
Mandrill,
Crime,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.