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 Vietnam and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young,
Outsiders,
Duran Duran,
the Germs,
Rakim,
Dark Day,
Audionom,
Sonic Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MDC,
Hashim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiohead,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Jacques Brel,
Gong,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare,
Ken Boothe,
The Residents,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Enemy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets,
Livin' Joy,
The Golliwogs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marcia Griffiths,
KRS-One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mars,
Faraquet,
Nico,
Flash Fearless,
Au Pairs,
The Blues Magoos,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Almond,
Tears for Fears,
Newcleus,
Idris Muhammad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Christie,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.