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 Sri Lanka and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Angels of Light to the funk 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Grauzone,
a-ha,
Rapeman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lungfish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moody Blues,
Sister Nancy,
Mr. Review,
Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
Whodini,
Minutemen,
The Red Krayola,
Porter Ricks,
T.S.O.L.,
David Bowie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
DNA,
Symarip,
New Order,
The Residents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Von Mondo,
the Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Nirvana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Christie,
Aural Exciters,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Deakin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ornette Coleman,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
John Cale,
Index,
Clear Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
Joey Negro,
Ituana,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.