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 Luxembourg and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
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 arpeggiator 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Nik Kershaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Dual Sessions,
The Gories,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Angels of Light,
Depeche Mode,
Harmonia,
Drexciya,
Monolake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Starr,
Bang On A Can,
Livin' Joy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Offenders,
Todd Terry,
MC5,
David Bowie,
Japan,
Malaria!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flash Fearless,
The Wake,
The Remains,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lucky Dragons,
X-101,
Easy Going,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Al Stewart,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Mills,
Scion,
Morten Harket,
Junior Murvin,
Ponytail,
Deakin,
Lyres,
The Modern Lovers,
Khruangbin,
Von Mondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
One Last Wish,
Jacob Miller,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fat Boys,
The Durutti Column,
the Normal,
Brand Nubian,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.