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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Wire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stetsasonic,
the Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
Bad Manners,
Groovy Waters,
The Raincoats,
Lindisfarne,
Quantec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liliput,
The Busters,
Jeff Mills,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
Suicide,
Mandrill,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Ornette Coleman,
Brothers Johnson,
Eden Ahbez,
John Holt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Order,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Foxx,
Jandek,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Terry,
Monks,
Scott Walker,
Deepchord,
X-101,
Fluxion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cure,
China Crisis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Technova,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Au Pairs,
Bush Tetras,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.