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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 New Christs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pagans,
Sandy B,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Popol Vuh,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy Collins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Judy Mowatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Heaven 17,
Aural Exciters,
Pantytec,
Faraquet,
Ohio Players,
Thompson Twins,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pulsallama,
Mission of Burma,
Henry Cow,
The Gun Club,
the Slits,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers,
Rosa Yemen,
Funkadelic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Talk Talk,
Funky Four + One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Seeds,
Altered Images,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Camouflage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New York Dolls,
Gang Green,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Enemy,
Tom Boy,
Television,
Albert Ayler,
Anakelly,
Quadrant,
Ludus,
China Crisis,
Rakim,
The New Christs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.