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 Moldova and from Edmonton.
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 Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Moss Icon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Rosa Yemen,
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
JFA,
Sonic Youth,
Mr. Review,
B.T. Express,
The Barracudas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lungfish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick Morgan,
Nas,
The Blackbyrds,
Camberwell Now,
Janne Schatter,
Erasure,
Model 500,
Black Bananas,
Cluster,
Babytalk,
Procol Harum,
The Invisible,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marmalade,
Bill Wells,
Slave,
Supertramp,
Mo-Dettes,
Warren Ellis,
The Searchers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thompson Twins,
Zapp,
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
Niagra,
The Evens,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
the Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD,
Icehouse,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Magma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zero Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.