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 Mozambique and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Circle Jerks to the dance 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Mad Mike,
Deadbeat,
Excepter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Silicon Teens,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare,
Junior Murvin,
Eden Ahbez,
Mantronix,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grauzone,
Scratch Acid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erasure,
Archie Shepp,
Moebius,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
JFA,
Bill Wells,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pop Group,
F. McDonald,
Pantaleimon,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
Black Bananas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Sugar Minott,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABBA,
MC5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pere Ubu,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Hood,
Ice-T,
Pylon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radio Birdman,
David Axelrod,
Peter & Gordon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Buckinghams,
Howard Jones,
The Index,
Y Pants,
Wire,
Lindisfarne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
The Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Leaves,
Sonic Youth,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.