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 Cameroon and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Janne Schatter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bob Dylan,
Faraquet,
Jandek,
The Grass Roots,
The Blackbyrds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reagan Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Basic Channel,
Aloha Tigers,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Talk Talk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fugazi,
Nirvana,
Alphaville,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cameo,
T.S.O.L.,
The United States of America,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dawn Penn,
Joensuu 1685,
Oblivians,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swans,
Carl Craig,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Bowie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Music Machine,
Gang Starr,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
Japan,
Black Bananas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eurythmics,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Halsall,
K-Klass,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marvin Gaye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.