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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Shoche to the disco 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Jacob Miller,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
Bang On A Can,
MDC,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
Joyce Sims,
Surgeon,
Visage,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
X-101,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lyres,
Brothers Johnson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Halsall,
The Litter,
Bobby Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers,
Young Marble Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
L. Decosne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mr. Review,
Rufus Thomas,
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
New Order,
Yusef Lateef,
Marine Girls,
John Holt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Leonard Cohen,
Niagra,
Panda Bear,
Howard Jones,
Gang of Four,
Angry Samoans,
Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dead C,
The Pop Group,
Skriet,
Black Sheep,
Curtis Mayfield,
La Düsseldorf,
Wally Richardson,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
Smog,
Liliput,
Mission of Burma,
Lower 48,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.