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 Iceland and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 ABBA to the funk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Crime,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lungfish,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronan,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiohead,
Patti Smith,
John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Sonics,
Delta 5,
Ludus,
Ornette Coleman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps,
Sarah Menescal,
Duran Duran,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party,
Soul II Soul,
The Music Machine,
Darondo,
Deadbeat,
Davy DMX,
Reuben Wilson,
Essential Logic,
Y Pants,
Half Japanese,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
48th St. Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Model 500,
K-Klass,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joy Division,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
FM Einheit,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
Bill Near,
Agent Orange,
Rapeman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Count Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Wasted Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.