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 Iran and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Basic Channel to the rock 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Duran Duran,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Christie,
the Germs,
Black Pus,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
Dead Boys,
The Remains,
Derrick May,
Chris & Cosey,
Chrome,
Robert Hood,
Josef K,
Rufus Thomas,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lindisfarne,
Monks,
June of 44,
Agent Orange,
Nils Olav,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magazine,
Cluster,
Barbara Tucker,
Ten City,
Ultra Naté,
CMW,
LL Cool J,
Tommy Roe,
Ultimate Spinach,
One Last Wish,
Roxette,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dave Gahan,
Hoover,
Donald Byrd,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Camberwell Now,
Maurizio,
Bobby Womack,
the Normal,
Jacques Brel,
Deakin,
Tears for Fears,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.