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 Venezuela and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Television to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Victims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
World's Most,
Wasted Youth,
John Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Easy Going,
The Happenings,
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
Hashim,
Lakeside,
R.M.O.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Essential Logic,
Colin Newman,
Saccharine Trust,
Quando Quango,
Alison Limerick,
Kurtis Blow,
The Move,
The Litter,
Scion,
The Offenders,
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Steve Hackett,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skaos,
Joensuu 1685,
Boredoms,
the Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Axelrod,
John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Delta 5,
Absolute Body Control,
AZ,
Fat Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Residents,
The Associates,
The Walker Brothers,
The Searchers,
Main Source,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.