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 Grenada and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Laurel Aitken to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Neon Judgement,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Womack,
The Birthday Party,
PIL,
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sound Behaviour,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Leonard Cohen,
Los Fastidios,
Marvin Gaye,
Blancmange,
Mr. Review,
Laurel Aitken,
B.T. Express,
Cymande,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joensuu 1685,
Susan Cadogan,
Interpol,
Lou Christie,
Arab on Radar,
Darondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Enemy,
Lakeside,
Rekid,
Motorama,
Cluster,
Anakelly,
Gerry Rafferty,
Excepter,
Mandrill,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacques Brel,
Desert Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sixth Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Minny Pops,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Don Cherry,
Fela Kuti,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
Organ,
DJ Style,
Ohio Players,
Moebius,
Flash Fearless,
the Normal,
Idris Muhammad,
Fluxion,
Sonny Sharrock,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.