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 Botswana and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Yusef Lateef to the rock 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Brass Construction,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mojo Men,
The Skatalites,
the Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Al Stewart,
Can,
Brand Nubian,
The Vogues,
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
Hoover,
Mantronix,
Ronan,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
Patti Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
X-102,
Howard Jones,
Kayak,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Wake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Half Japanese,
Pylon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks,
The Saints,
Nils Olav,
Easy Going,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
the Slits,
Ultravox,
Scientists,
The Seeds,
Neu!,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacob Miller,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Görl,
Dark Day,
Soul II Soul,
Minutemen,
Derrick May,
Maleditus Sound,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.