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 Zambia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radiopuhelimet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Monochrome Set,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Half Japanese,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Count Five,
Tubeway Army,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronnie Foster,
The Zeros,
Sound Behaviour,
Funkadelic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
Cameo,
The Monks,
Black Pus,
Khruangbin,
John Lydon,
Stetsasonic,
Morten Harket,
Moebius,
The Dead C,
DNA,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Laurel Aitken,
Blancmange,
Neu!,
Angry Samoans,
Barry Ungar,
The Index,
Robert Görl,
Alphaville,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mandrill,
Joy Division,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Radio Birdman,
Porter Ricks,
Colin Newman,
Flipper,
Barbara Tucker,
Vainqueur,
Harry Pussy,
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
Mars,
New Order,
ABBA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.