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 Turkey 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Excepter 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Cluster,
Livin' Joy,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronan,
Soft Cell,
Main Source,
The United States of America,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reagan Youth,
Nico,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young,
Thee Headcoats,
Quantec,
Ultravox,
Charles Mingus,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Lynne,
Mars,
Outsiders,
The Fortunes,
Q65,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalann,
Mark Hollis,
Bang On A Can,
AZ,
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas,
Alice Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Porter Ricks,
Adolescents,
R.M.O.,
T. Rex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
Television Personalities,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Make Up,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hasil Adkins,
New Order,
Susan Cadogan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeru the Damaja,
Laurel Aitken,
The Kinks,
The Litter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Essential Logic,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.