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 Belize and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Minor Threat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pere Ubu,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erasure,
Brothers Johnson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mojo Men,
Freddie Wadling,
Patti Smith,
The Offenders,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Rundgren,
Motorama,
The Monochrome Set,
Das Ding,
Cal Tjader,
Althea and Donna,
Sister Nancy,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy Collins,
Dual Sessions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sugar Minott,
The Cramps,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Black Dice,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tim Buckley,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Main Source,
Gastr Del Sol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mission of Burma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Moon,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ice-T,
The Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Halsall,
MC5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
Stetsasonic,
The Misunderstood,
Mark Hollis,
LL Cool J,
The Litter,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Womack,
Pantaleimon,
Moss Icon,
Mr. Review,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Evens,
The Electric Prunes,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.