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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Josef K to the jazz 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lower 48,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funkadelic,
the Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Deepchord,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
Crime,
Rosa Yemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magma,
The Barracudas,
The Red Krayola,
Lightning Bolt,
Mark Hollis,
Crash Course in Science,
Barrington Levy,
Y Pants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Flag,
Darondo,
The Neon Judgement,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Second Layer,
B.T. Express,
Roger Hodgson,
Cybotron,
10cc,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brick,
Angry Samoans,
The Angels of Light,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Freddie Wadling,
Infiniti,
Smog,
Bush Tetras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alice Coltrane,
DNA,
New Order,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slave,
Marc Almond,
Suicide,
Essential Logic,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.