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 Kiribati and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Delta 5,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Remains,
Mandrill,
Mantronix,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
Stereo Dub,
Swell Maps,
Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
The New Christs,
Cecil Taylor,
Duran Duran,
Excepter,
Camberwell Now,
Terrestrial Tones,
UT,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül,
Junior Murvin,
Kaleidoscope,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fortunes,
Swans,
The Gap Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultra Naté,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
L. Decosne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
The Zeros,
Index,
KRS-One,
Jandek,
Wolf Eyes,
Deakin,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
Subhumans,
Pulsallama,
Max Romeo,
Joy Division,
Magazine,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.