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 Solomon Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 The Young Rascals to the techno 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Idris Muhammad,
Barry Ungar,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
Depeche Mode,
Ohio Players,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eurythmics,
Interpol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ten City,
Gabor Szabo,
Laurel Aitken,
Blancmange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
David Axelrod,
Ultravox,
Alphaville,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Halsall,
The Residents,
Crime,
The Barracudas,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Nik Kershaw,
June Days,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Toasters,
D'Angelo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Evens,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Drexciya,
Intrusion,
Lou Christie,
DNA,
Television,
Little Man,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.