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 Korea South and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 The Stooges 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Lindisfarne,
the Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls,
Colin Newman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalann,
Con Funk Shun,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Womack,
Surgeon,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
Terry Callier,
Faraquet,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stiv Bators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai,
These Immortal Souls,
Barry Ungar,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins,
Swell Maps,
The Martian,
Can,
Goldenarms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kas Product,
Sandy B,
Depeche Mode,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
The Smoke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mantronix,
Motorama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siglo XX,
Easy Going,
One Last Wish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Royal Trux,
Sällskapet,
The Golliwogs,
Rotary Connection,
Pantaleimon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Model 500,
Moebius,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gories,
L. Decosne,
The Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.