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 Iceland and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the dance 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Pantaleimon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brass Construction,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kurtis Blow,
Rosa Yemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Subhumans,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
Guru Guru,
World's Most,
Tres Demented,
Morten Harket,
Alphaville,
Oblivians,
Magazine,
The Selecter,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Animal Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
Schoolly D,
Nils Olav,
Brick,
Don Cherry,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fortunes,
The Doors,
Suburban Knight,
Black Moon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brothers Johnson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bauhaus,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
L. Decosne,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantytec,
The Mojo Men,
X-102,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funkadelic,
Stiv Bators,
Quando Quango,
the Normal,
Easy Going,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gories,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.