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 Bangladesh and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Babytalk to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
H. Thieme,
Thee Headcoats,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
Quantec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yaz,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Move,
The Blackbyrds,
X-102,
Charles Mingus,
the Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Prince Buster,
The Smiths,
Ossler,
Infiniti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Newcleus,
Young Marble Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Howard Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Tommy Roe,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
Depeche Mode,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Darondo,
This Heat,
Peter & Gordon,
The Martian,
The Residents,
Moebius,
Yazoo,
The Trojans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
Yellowson,
Marine Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
Lyres,
Pere Ubu,
Mantronix,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slick Rick,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.