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 Serbia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Mantronix,
Erasure,
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub,
Henry Cow,
John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Suicide,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne,
The American Breed,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fall,
Public Enemy,
Thompson Twins,
Monolake,
Man Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen,
Quando Quango,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Goldenarms,
Don Cherry,
Whodini,
The Happenings,
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
Massinfluence,
Michelle Simonal,
Fluxion,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed,
Flipper,
Eddi Front,
The Velvet Underground,
Tropical Tobacco,
kango's stein massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MDC,
Eric Copeland,
Das Ding,
John Holt,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
Cecil Taylor,
H. Thieme,
Second Layer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Y Pants,
In Retrospect,
Average White Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.