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 Iceland and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Count Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Fugs,
Tears for Fears,
Davy DMX,
Barbara Tucker,
R.M.O.,
The Birthday Party,
The Dirtbombs,
The Leaves,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television Personalities,
Steve Hackett,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angry Samoans,
Don Cherry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harmonia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aswad,
Cluster,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Style,
CMW,
Chris & Cosey,
The Invisible,
Toni Rubio,
The Modern Lovers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Misunderstood,
Audionom,
The Doors,
Supertramp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Move,
Deepchord,
Jeff Mills,
Suburban Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.