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 Bahrain and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the disco 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Blossom Toes,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Style,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brand Nubian,
Henry Cow,
U.S. Maple,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Byrd,
KRS-One,
Colin Newman,
The Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Supertramp,
The Walker Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Barracudas,
Model 500,
Section 25,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Hood,
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson,
These Immortal Souls,
John Foxx,
Y Pants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Freddie Wadling,
the Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Dave Gahan,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultravox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moody Blues,
Warren Ellis,
the Normal,
Dark Day,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Görl,
Lower 48,
EPMD,
Black Moon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Music Machine,
Funkadelic,
Ronan,
Bush Tetras,
Roxy Music,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.