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 Ukraine and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sparks to the rap 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
JFA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Inner City,
DJ Style,
Boredoms,
Erykah Badu,
The United States of America,
Zapp,
Black Pus,
Unrelated Segments,
a-ha,
Graham Central Station,
Newcleus,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
Suicide,
Yazoo,
MC5,
Lou Christie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry's Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Youth Brigade,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Count Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Icehouse,
Brothers Johnson,
The American Breed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joyce Sims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott Heron,
Althea and Donna,
Quando Quango,
The Smiths,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Görl,
10cc,
Dead Boys,
The Five Americans,
The Litter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maurizio,
Angry Samoans,
Hot Snakes,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Nik Kershaw,
Josef K,
Scan 7,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.