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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Arab on Radar to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Popol Vuh,
Gichy Dan,
The Leaves,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drexciya,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pylon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
X-101,
Thompson Twins,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
cv313,
Bobby Sherman,
Altered Images,
La Düsseldorf,
Icehouse,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
Laurel Aitken,
The Trojans,
Inner City,
Cluster,
The Moody Blues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television Personalities,
The Doors,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
MC5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mars,
Alison Limerick,
Deakin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
Pantaleimon,
The Music Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Nirvana,
The Fortunes,
Eurythmics,
The Stooges,
Bobby Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Supertramp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bronski Beat,
the Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Count Five,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.