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 Mexico and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Smooth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gichy Dan,
World's Most,
The Human League,
Nils Olav,
Infiniti,
Suicide,
Kenny Larkin,
Pussy Galore,
Blossom Toes,
L. Decosne,
Scratch Acid,
Joy Division,
Erasure,
Morten Harket,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Motorama,
The Black Dice,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eli Mardock,
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zapp,
Fatback Band,
Index,
MC5,
The Remains,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül,
Kerri Chandler,
Junior Murvin,
Agitation Free,
Gabor Szabo,
Stiv Bators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
X-101,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro,
Inner City,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
Roxette,
Rufus Thomas,
Whodini,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.