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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Index to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Buzzcocks,
The Fugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Misunderstood,
Technova,
MDC,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brass Construction,
DJ Sneak,
Subhumans,
Slick Rick,
June of 44,
Anthony Braxton,
Thompson Twins,
Surgeon,
Unrelated Segments,
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
Visage,
Jawbox,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Porter Ricks,
Rotary Connection,
Letta Mbulu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dead C,
JFA,
The Trojans,
Wally Richardson,
Sam Rivers,
Negative Approach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
Scientists,
Quadrant,
Sugar Minott,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Mills,
the Association,
Susan Cadogan,
In Retrospect,
Crime,
Au Pairs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Severed Heads,
Inner City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.