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 Bhutan and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Holger Czukay 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the jazz 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
JFA,
PIL,
Joe Finger,
Nirvana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Toasters,
Quando Quango,
Ronnie Foster,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
cv313,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Piero Umiliani,
Hashim,
Liliput,
Wasted Youth,
Yazoo,
The Music Machine,
Scrapy,
Joensuu 1685,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Junior Murvin,
The Fortunes,
Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harry Pussy,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
Drexciya,
Brand Nubian,
Black Pus,
Dawn Penn,
Stereo Dub,
Lightning Bolt,
Pulsallama,
Pierre Henry,
Bad Manners,
Alison Limerick,
The Smoke,
Symarip,
The Stooges,
Porter Ricks,
John Foxx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Zapp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Schoolly D,
Fear,
Bootsy Collins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.