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 India and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Smoke to the electroclash 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quando Quango,
Slave,
Deadbeat,
Robert Görl,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
KRS-One,
Nico,
Ornette Coleman,
Half Japanese,
Outsiders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Eli Mardock,
The Residents,
Black Moon,
Pole,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nik Kershaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Warsaw,
The Techniques,
Khruangbin,
Crooked Eye,
Skriet,
The Dirtbombs,
Rod Modell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Hill,
Brothers Johnson,
Ohio Players,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
Con Funk Shun,
Au Pairs,
Public Enemy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Audionom,
New Order,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Happenings,
The New Christs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Panda Bear,
The Gun Club,
Index,
The Fuzztones,
The Golliwogs,
The Tremeloes,
Alphaville,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arcadia,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.