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 Liberia 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Theoretical Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Organ,
Aswad,
Newcleus,
The Gories,
The Beau Brummels,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
Janne Schatter,
June of 44,
Moby Grape,
The Knickerbockers,
Rufus Thomas,
John Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dead C,
The Gap Band,
Quantec,
June Days,
Joe Finger,
the Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Colin Newman,
Alison Limerick,
The Star Department,
Technova,
Pantaleimon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Smog,
Siglo XX,
Bronski Beat,
The Motions,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Delon & Dalcan,
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
The Fugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mantronix,
Howard Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Los Fastidios,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Holt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pierre Henry,
Absolute Body Control,
The Seeds,
Magma,
Robert Görl,
Tom Boy,
Robert Wyatt,
Oneida,
Anakelly,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.