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 Kazakhstan and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Scientists to the disco 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Radiohead,
D'Angelo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Offenders,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
Donald Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Ultravox,
Laurel Aitken,
Thompson Twins,
New Order,
X-102,
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas,
The Buckinghams,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sandy B,
The Associates,
Eurythmics,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Stooges,
The Angels of Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker,
Brothers Johnson,
John Lydon,
Maleditus Sound,
Cluster,
Vainqueur,
Zero Boys,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
World's Most,
Thee Headcoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection,
Man Parrish,
Japan,
Section 25,
Henry Cow,
Camberwell Now,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fluxion,
Panda Bear,
Max Romeo,
Theoretical Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Cymande,
Archie Shepp,
Mission of Burma,
Reagan Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kas Product,
Main Source,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.