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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 funk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip 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?
Tubeway Army,
John Lydon,
JFA,
Warsaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pretty Things,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
Accadde A,
Yusef Lateef,
Radio Birdman,
X-101,
Deadbeat,
Bauhaus,
L. Decosne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
The Gap Band,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pole,
The Martian,
Ohio Players,
Junior Murvin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Infiniti,
Tom Boy,
Joe Finger,
the Human League,
Echospace,
X-102,
Procol Harum,
48th St. Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magazine,
Moebius,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Stereo Dub,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skriet,
Magma,
Pantytec,
Sight & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims,
Janne Schatter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
Shuggie Otis,
F. McDonald,
Pierre Henry,
Talk Talk,
Buzzcocks,
The Raincoats,
Gong,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.