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 Papua New Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Buckinghams to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lightning Bolt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Duran Duran,
The Birthday Party,
The Grass Roots,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Sonics,
The Move,
Amon Düül II,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Durutti Column,
Vladislav Delay,
Patti Smith,
Masters at Work,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Supertramp,
Bobby Womack,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boredoms,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Porter Ricks,
X-102,
Organ,
Jawbox,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tim Buckley,
Monolake,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
Bronski Beat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Henry Cow,
Drexciya,
Todd Terry,
Sällskapet,
Colin Newman,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Pus,
Average White Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June of 44,
Tres Demented,
The Offenders,
Can,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eli Mardock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lakeside,
Index,
Chrome,
Aaron Thompson,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.