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 Armenia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Shanghai and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fad Gadget to the funk 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott Heron,
FM Einheit,
Crooked Eye,
ABC,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Stooges,
Spoonie Gee,
Josef K,
June Days,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Infiniti,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
Qualms,
kango's stein massive,
The Selecter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lightning Bolt,
Barclay James Harvest,
H. Thieme,
Gang Green,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
Black Moon,
Drexciya,
The Leaves,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aloha Tigers,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Godley & Creme,
Public Enemy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
Henry Cow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacob Miller,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Television,
the Swans,
Ludus,
The Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Animal Collective,
Ice-T,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Music Machine,
The Cowsills,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gap Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.