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 Comoros and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Aaron Thompson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Ten City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neu!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Rundgren,
Unrelated Segments,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Grass Roots,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wally Richardson,
Tres Demented,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soulsonic Force,
John Foxx,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
Leonard Cohen,
Scientists,
Flash Fearless,
Pierre Henry,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
Rhythm & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
Infiniti,
Ohio Players,
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Y Pants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
Junior Murvin,
Oneida,
JFA,
R.M.O.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Funky Four + One,
Little Man,
Magazine,
Gang Starr,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sex Pistols,
Prince Buster,
Thompson Twins,
Massinfluence,
Buzzcocks,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.