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 Algeria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 techno 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Toni Rubio,
Drexciya,
The American Breed,
Minnie Riperton,
Lightning Bolt,
Cecil Taylor,
Deepchord,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harmonia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mark Hollis,
The Raincoats,
The Saints,
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
Roxette,
Lakeside,
the Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Mary Jane Girls,
EPMD,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
Cheater Slicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Visage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sandy B,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
Royal Trux,
Rapeman,
KRS-One,
Interpol,
Procol Harum,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Goldenarms,
Television,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
Skaos,
Letta Mbulu,
Michelle Simonal,
Accadde A,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fluxion,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Urselle,
The Kinks,
The Moody Blues,
The Slits,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.