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 Portland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moss Icon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
China Crisis,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
Scientists,
Deepchord,
Ultra Naté,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
Anakelly,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Slits,
D'Angelo,
Lower 48,
Sun City Girls,
Godley & Creme,
The Gun Club,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slackers,
Babytalk,
The Angels of Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Divine Comedy,
Maleditus Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Radiohead,
Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brand Nubian,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smoke,
The Fugs,
Flash Fearless,
Eddi Front,
Steve Hackett,
Popol Vuh,
Whodini,
Los Fastidios,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Davy DMX,
The Saints,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonny Sharrock,
KRS-One,
Fela Kuti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.