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 the UAE and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Duran Duran to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Main Source,
Subhumans,
Matthew Halsall,
Harry Pussy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Scan 7,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
Thompson Twins,
Heaven 17,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Simply Red,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
Delta 5,
China Crisis,
Inner City,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Foxx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish,
Babytalk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roger Hodgson,
the Normal,
Quadrant,
Sandy B,
Lakeside,
Bootsy Collins,
Glenn Branca,
Camouflage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Darondo,
Bad Manners,
Fluxion,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
Unwound,
Erasure,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry's Kids,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.