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 Morocco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Minor Threat to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Iggy Pop,
The Barracudas,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ituana,
The J.B.'s,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hardrive,
Thee Headcoats,
Silicon Teens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
Eli Mardock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
the Swans,
Japan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Buckinghams,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Hill,
Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hot Snakes,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide,
Gang Starr,
Gichy Dan,
Au Pairs,
Television Personalities,
the Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Sparks,
Banda Bassotti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
The Raincoats,
Sällskapet,
Cameo,
Fat Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
Aswad,
Bad Manners,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monolake,
Fad Gadget,
Arab on Radar,
Groovy Waters,
The Neon Judgement,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.