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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Ultra Naté 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Oneida,
Lucky Dragons,
Blake Baxter,
the Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Sonics,
Inner City,
Soul II Soul,
Bronski Beat,
Angry Samoans,
Siglo XX,
Isaac Hayes,
Silicon Teens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
K-Klass,
One Last Wish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Hood,
The Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
Model 500,
Black Pus,
Joy Division,
The Skatalites,
Agitation Free,
Fatback Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Con Funk Shun,
Adolescents,
Rakim,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
Cluster,
cv313,
Icehouse,
The Star Department,
The Birthday Party,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Grass Roots,
The Stooges,
The Gladiators,
The Angels of Light,
Faust,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip,
Pere Ubu,
Quadrant,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Style,
Pantytec,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.