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 Austria and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Alice Coltrane to the funk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
The Doors,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Fela Kuti,
Pantaleimon,
Kenny Larkin,
F. McDonald,
Whodini,
Camouflage,
Section 25,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Circle Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Angels of Light,
Surgeon,
Warsaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Brick,
Gabor Szabo,
Charles Mingus,
Fat Boys,
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Massinfluence,
Rapeman,
E-Dancer,
Los Fastidios,
Subhumans,
China Crisis,
Jeff Lynne,
Erasure,
Agitation Free,
Barbara Tucker,
Al Stewart,
Soul II Soul,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Coltrane,
EPMD,
The Remains,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Interpol,
June of 44,
Ultravox,
The Leaves,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Almond,
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Invisible,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.