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 Jamaica and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Howard Jones to the electroclash 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Japan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Residents,
New York Dolls,
Piero Umiliani,
Funkadelic,
Mandrill,
The Selecter,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Zapp,
Lucky Dragons,
Agitation Free,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unwound,
The Durutti Column,
PIL,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Womack,
Silicon Teens,
Pulsallama,
One Last Wish,
Sam Rivers,
Ten City,
Charles Mingus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
Gang Green,
The Black Dice,
Television,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aloha Tigers,
Blancmange,
OOIOO,
Yazoo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moebius,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
Skriet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.