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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Massinfluence to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Wake,
Scrapy,
Supertramp,
Smog,
Negative Approach,
Eric Copeland,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxy Music,
Pagans,
The Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Martian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skriet,
Sound Behaviour,
Josef K,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cluster,
Wire,
The Remains,
Barry Ungar,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Lynne,
Symarip,
Hardrive,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
The Slackers,
Brothers Johnson,
Sixth Finger,
The Zeros,
Sister Nancy,
Idris Muhammad,
AZ,
Jandek,
The Skatalites,
Basic Channel,
Ituana,
Whodini,
Jacob Miller,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection,
Howard Jones,
Kas Product,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.