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 Malta and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Country Teasers to the rap 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Heaven 17,
The Cure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Max Romeo,
CMW,
Rekid,
The Residents,
Infiniti,
Delta 5,
Althea and Donna,
Leonard Cohen,
Rufus Thomas,
Basic Channel,
Visage,
The Monks,
Zero Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yaz,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lyres,
The Index,
The Skatalites,
Tears for Fears,
David McCallum,
Ludus,
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
Al Stewart,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
Chris & Cosey,
Dark Day,
Swell Maps,
Parry Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Standells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-Ray Spex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra,
Main Source,
Q and Not U,
Pylon,
Todd Terry,
The Raincoats,
Intrusion,
Aaron Thompson,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul II Soul,
The Grass Roots,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
Los Fastidios,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.