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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Boredoms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Cymande,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers,
D'Angelo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Colin Newman,
Pole,
Mars,
Graham Central Station,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Main Source,
Jacques Brel,
UT,
Michelle Simonal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Desert Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Swans,
The Associates,
Erykah Badu,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
Bob Dylan,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Sneak,
Nas,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
JFA,
Procol Harum,
Cluster,
Schoolly D,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Misunderstood,
Sun City Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Rosa Yemen,
Shoche,
Mark Hollis,
John Foxx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alphaville,
Max Romeo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stereo Dub,
The Sound,
The Offenders,
Wire,
The Count Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Sixth Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.