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 Slovenia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 cv313 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Star Department,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ludus,
the Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Little Man,
The Searchers,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moebius,
Maurizio,
T. Rex,
Peter and Kerry,
Isaac Hayes,
Japan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dead C,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
Severed Heads,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cymande,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
The Fugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
Hardrive,
Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magazine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Q and Not U,
Laurel Aitken,
Drexciya,
Bauhaus,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Sheep,
Siglo XX,
Ohio Players,
Roxette,
Moby Grape,
Hoover,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.