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 Maldives and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 X-Ray Spex to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Dave Gahan,
Laurel Aitken,
Tom Boy,
This Heat,
Agitation Free,
Los Fastidios,
Pagans,
Danielle Patucci,
Patti Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Charles Mingus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joyce Sims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Albert Ayler,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
Grauzone,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
Wolf Eyes,
Warren Ellis,
David McCallum,
Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
Average White Band,
The Red Krayola,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
Fugazi,
Ultravox,
DNA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
Bad Manners,
Sugar Minott,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Eve St. Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Pere Ubu,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
Gichy Dan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Near,
Prince Buster,
Peter and Kerry,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.