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 Cairo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kas Product to the grime 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Japan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Khruangbin,
Graham Central Station,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mark Hollis,
The Gladiators,
JFA,
The Count Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy Collins,
Hasil Adkins,
Al Stewart,
Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delta 5,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
The Slits,
Liliput,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hot Snakes,
DNA,
Duran Duran,
Lightning Bolt,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Skatalites,
The Young Rascals,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
The Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
Siglo XX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
Alphaville,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.