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 Greece and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Todd Terry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
KRS-One,
K-Klass,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dark Day,
Dual Sessions,
Mr. Review,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Iggy Pop,
Erykah Badu,
The Five Americans,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
The Alarm Clocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Visage,
Nik Kershaw,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cowsills,
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Nico,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young,
Inner City,
Sonic Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
Kaleidoscope,
ABBA,
Shuggie Otis,
In Retrospect,
The Gladiators,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gong,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Main Source,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter & Gordon,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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.