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 Egypt 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 The Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Loose Ends,
Pylon,
The Stooges,
Ice-T,
Massinfluence,
Freddie Wadling,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick May,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bush Tetras,
Supertramp,
The Selecter,
The Trojans,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yazoo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Sheep,
Goldenarms,
Buzzcocks,
Rotary Connection,
Delta 5,
the Association,
Brass Construction,
Sex Pistols,
ABBA,
This Heat,
Unwound,
Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust,
The Moody Blues,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fuzztones,
the Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Howard Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visage,
Stereo Dub,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nirvana,
Oblivians,
Anakelly,
Godley & Creme,
Scientists,
Metal Thangz,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.